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Spirit Feedings: poems by n.m.rai

Sacred and ecstatic songs not bound by any one tradition as all contemplative poems are fingers pointing to the same moon. Go to end of page for a listing of archived poems.

8.08.2006

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You breathe flames on my skin.
Our hands touch and holy books fly,
pages for the god to speak through.
Posted by S Rai at 8:05 AM
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