My Spiritual Journey
Immersed in doctrine from the very start
I never stood a chance to realize
that souls offtimes begin with works of art
God's truth opaque instills, demystifies
Sapient Mystics such as I can't comply
lifted up to the sky those amber eyes
of mine dilate, with questions giving rise
a sequence of pure grace with love agape
Buddhist velathums of sojournic plies
my soulful essence finally, takes shape.
January 9, 2020
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