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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.

9.06.2006

Thoughts



I wait for you at the edge of my skin.
Drums roll in the distance.
Thoughts invade silence
and I see you before you arrive.
Posted by S Rai at 6:42 AM
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