Poised above understanding. Hovering
All about the air of energy.
Wishing to come into that sacred space;
That place, of mental integration.
Casting my lot upon receiving
The gift of the burden.
I embrace that solitude and loneliness
Of chewing on the meat of my mind.
I speak of what I think I know-
I'm met with blank stares or rolling eyes
Sardonically grouping me with weirdos and
With sanguine smiles I am dismissed
As insane.
I intuit I am right.
For my doubts sing the song of reason.
And reason cannot account for the
Movements of God.
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Written August 6th, 2006
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Still shooting marbles with God's constellations I see, well hell yeah brother..play on!
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indentified !
what do we know ? (nothing!)
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awesome
Nice. I read this on your blog. It is amazing how many times god came up in various conversations I had with various people today.
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