Experience is sand passing Through fingers to spill upon Beach of eternity whose horizon Is always just over the next hill A grand design to make travelers Weary exhaustion submission Until one learns to just sit A chase will be had If eternity exists it must Be now the glimmer in shadow Weight of here is all that's real .............................................. I'm a mystic and there's nothing I care do about it This poetry flows out of me with the ease of rain from dark swollen clouds
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I'll be minting this piece very soon and looking to get some feedback on the visual aspects of it.
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First post to the family!! Art is magick We're filters for the universe to experience itself Get out of our own way and let it express its highest delight
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