I searched within to find enlightenment
Down and deep to my true unconscious centers
It was a fading disillusionment
Like misty breathe in New York City Winters
I turned without to find an inspiration
But from without an inspiration found
A within pouring of deliberation
As white sap out a tree, blood flowing down
Like clouds from heaven, slow the incense burns
The Fragrance Writer 2023
‘Til, in pure clarity, the Spirit turns
Reading top to bottom
And slowly climbing up from bottom, it feels like soft rains
of despair turning into hope fall upon me
🙏🏼Like clouds from heaven, slow the incense burns
‘Til, in pure clarity, the Spirit turns🙏🏼
So beautiful like a ladder to heaven.
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