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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.

9.25.2006

drawing



my hand follows the mind
and the brush

as if it understood or
was not sleepwalking

on the page
on the bellies of birds
Posted by S Rai at 5:54 AM
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