 As these hands lift and turn the dark soil
Making ready for the promise of Festival: My heart aches with the ache of Goddess Contrasting the tired privilege of domination... This gypsy soul wanders gentle beneath The girdle of power: here, the left hand Enjoys what the right hand is doing Contrasting the tired privilege of domination... Sobriety in prayer differs by just one degree From the drunkenness of the heart: wasting Time writing poems perhaps no one will read Contrasting the tired privilege of domination... Longing for the "now" of lasting delight and Every path leading through Love's design: grace Is leaving no one outside the Garden wanting in Contrasting the tired privilege of domination...
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AuthorRobert Daniel Smith was privileged to serve the homeless and marginalized for 30 years in California. He is living now almost within shouting distance of the Twin Cities. He is a poet, artist, writer, and long-time Companion of the Way still dreaming... Archives
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