Poetry starts as an idea or phrase which expands into a message to be brought through from somewhere. Where it comes from is a more magical place than here, or maybe it offers a more magical perception of here. It comes by virtue of intellect, wonder, and the Spirit of Contemplation. -Kelly Voelker
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Monday, May 2, 2016
Balanced and Blind
A simple cool breeze
Of the natural kind
Has a pure frequency
Which clears the mind
A simple cool breeze
Comes quietly inside
Not to be noticed
Just balanced and blind.
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