Best Indicators Poems

The moon
is a bay leaf
folded among the trees.

It is not.

There is no time
to love one another, the days
smear like wet ink.

It is the time
of the wolf.

We must feed him....

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If the scriptures we had read not
Would then the divine energy be naught
We think not! We are all self taught
As we blossom in the elixir bliss brought

Good to read and we are not rude
But mind has only partially understood
The truth in actuality 
Our is-ness alone...

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