sans peyote tea
living in the white space
Sunday, August 03, 2003
So I breathe deep, once and then twice,
Feelings too strong overwhelm me, but...
I ride them through, sleep and then rise,
Hearing you, I breathe more shallow,
Settle in, and let the stillness of being
Embrace me. I am restless still...
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