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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.

9.29.2006

lines



some mornings
words rush like bees

and cover the walls
inside my mind

till the buzz
shakes lines loose

and I catch them
on my tongue
Posted by S Rai at 6:34 AM
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