Shekinah Glory

Another Poem Written During Meditation
December 29, 2009, 4:26 am
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Why so many righteous fools
Who suppose they can fly
When they are mired
By the same mud we all cling?
They must be convinced
That there is some gnosis
Held deep within their brain
That unlocks life’s secrets.
In reality there is no plan
Big enough to contain
Random chaos enveloping
Each tragic script
Kept moving along
By stage frightened folk.


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