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

