Poetic Form
Monday, October 21, 2013
Be
When do we become
what it is that we
were meant to be?
Follow the little, white rabbit
Down the hole
And you wait and see.
Freedom from wanting,
Loving all you have,
And have chosen to be.
January 7, 2013
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