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By February 3, 2019January 1st, 2021No Comments

I try to keep in good terms with it all praying to the east as you’ve taught in Talmud while breast rise high to the west     solstice
more than body than religion I am
a spiritual element in continuous movement
a hierarchy of force everyday bending to the will of my own senescence
This triangle of God of great powers, of ancestral handsel
of shadow and influence and samsara
this middle life of body and of wolf
rolling wildly in the dust to loosen the heat
and awaken like sun
closely interweave in breath and in being
I have never been without belief in the supreme creator
I have never been without