The key to my recovery
is on the path of life
heavy, sometimes
unlocks an invisible door
am I willing?
no knowledge helps me
unless I am active
in my intent
love is on the way,
heavy, sometimes
a barrier to contentment
Nature lifts me higher
over the grass and trees
Sometimes I stumble
over bricks streaked brown and red
fired in the world below
A place I never want to go to
there is no destination
travelling is the point
others around me
fellowship of the spirit
eternal now...
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