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Monthly Archives: April 2013

Since entering into your room my
Heart, chaotically beating, has calmed.
Serenely laying among pillows and
Upon your breast, have I rested.

Rising you beckon me to join you.
Slowly by your hands am I spun,
Until all the world is but a whirling chaotic profusion.
And I am reminded of my life; disoriented, misdirected, purposeless.

Safely within the mandala you created,
I am brought to rest before a pedestal.
My purpose brought to light upon the pages lit by Sol.
The words unreadable in my newly initiated state.
The call being answered. The direction given.
The reorientation commences.

 

solitudinus

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