Poetry

[alchemikey]

i hear the secrets
of thoughts that i think

inside the thick walls
of the skull of my head

i move to rhythms
of beats that i feel

inside of the magic
of music...i'm lead

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that silent witnessing presence
undergirding all of creation

every thought we think it hears
with acceptance...without negation

the river of babylon forever speaks
to the quiet and listening banks

it would be wise each day to pause
and to our source give thanks

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the next moment opens wide
the previous moment closes shut

life is one big swinging door
always asking, "now what?"

it is a loaded query for sure
it is our gift from the Creator

freedom of choice burgeons forth
will you use it or wait for later?