Art by Sandra Moreano Poetry by Courtney Hanes.
The soul's garden reveals when it is
full of grief or love,
unable to hide in the shadows,
open like a mystic's eye
that even when closed knows how to see.
Time always lapses with light,
which
retires and brings a new day.
It will not remember the dirty heat,
or the
chains which some bear.
It is too in love with living
to feel anything but
divine strength.
Drink it up
because that is the essence in which we travel,
in
which we are traveled.
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