luck looks like dew
on non-duality
luck looks like the dew on the lawn
every dawn — diademed green blades awaiting
unsheathing as the day unsheathes
our need for
defense, disarmament,
soles
for bare feet praising sacred ground
luck looks like the dew on the lawn
every dawn — diademed green blades awaiting
unsheathing as the day unsheathes
our need for
defense, disarmament,
soles
for bare feet praising sacred ground
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Welcome to Vagabond Voices. Show us where you’ve walked…and let us wander with you. Poetry, short fiction, creative non-fiction, multilingual writers welcome.
Retired publicist with a passion. “There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it.” Gustave Flaubert.