Monday, December 21, 2009


Softly upon the earth I thread.
In whispers I do speak.
Gently I go forth.
Out of kindness and peace I do act.
With love and forgiveness I do greet.
Truth and Justice and Wisdom
I do seek.
Noble causes and honor do bid I.
Spirit over substance
I abode.
The fire within.
Now cleansed and forthright.
Never harsh or abrasive.
What are my sins?
I smote them long ago.
A clear conscience my reward.
An ease of sleep.
A lack of want or need.
A oneness with all souls.
Internal peace do I claim.
A sly smile upon my face.
Happiness from within.

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