The Wind Blows

The wind blows

in its own way

it moves dead

leaves as it

wills.

within the rhythm

of Continue reading “The Wind Blows”

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When I am with you

When I am with you

my soul is content

you are part of me Continue reading “When I am with you”

Riding on a Moonbeam

We’ll never find out

who or what

keeps us in existence

we’re in the program and they’re

out of reach

Some Scientists and Philosophers

say we are in a simulation

‘a virtual reality’

If so, who made it?

Then, who made them?

They could Continue reading “Riding on a Moonbeam”