Poetry

Bare Soles

Bare soles planting steps to bear a soul 

Wondering where I am wandering 

Lifted, barely scathing the grounded connection

Loathing in clothing wishing to take them off to feel all of the freedom

Listening to psithurism

Breathing in ethers 

Meditating on the universal source of love

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