Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Sage Advice

Deep resonant drums play,
 My being in peaceful trance.

The hookah wafts with sage,
 Glass bowl goes smoky, misty.

Memories of hippy dens arise,
 Of Jerusalem and Everglades.

As I inhale the healing herb,
 I inhale deep sage advice.

I hear, "Go slow, slow my son.
 Build a vessel, light will come.

"Take marriage deep into heart,
 Study her varied paths n' ways.

"In the right time, she'll arrive,
 Never too early, never too late."


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