walking onto stage
barefoot
wearing nothing
except my flowing white robe
and my poetry
slung across my back
climbing the ladder to peacefulness
jamming in the attic with the royalty of spirit
hearts beat the drum
zen skeletons dance across the floor
hear them rattle; hear us groove
the bear and the eagle dance together
free from the world’s harm
raising our arms
all know the healing power
of a good word
the word is love
-isw
Filed under: Long Island Politics, Recommended Poetry
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