what is the spirit? how you felt
exhilarated in the rain and wind
that one time, you were ten
and traveling, you knew
actual magic
*
you must bring it
the yoga teacher says
no one else can
find those places
of either hurt or release
*
in ancient Greek, I’m told
pneuma, verily only
the stuff of life
which blows
over all our heads
*
true dark skies last summer
Milky Way and eclipsed sun
beyond earth’s wind
beyond need for meaning
Enjoying the notes – and the Milky Way – in your sketch. It works great with the poem.
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Thanks very much. I had fun with it. 🙂
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This is wonderful! The first stanza, then the way it progresses, and ending all the way out in the Milky Way. All the questions tied up in the ether.
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Thank you. My current bedtime reading is a thought-provoking little book. Hoping for flashes of insight…
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Beyond need for meaning–yes and yes. I love the spiral and the stars. (K)
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Thank you!
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