love watching
the changing sky
night day whenever
it’s always changing
when I find myself
watching I realize
I am the sky
changing as well
watching a devouring of food
and a misbehaved child
noodles hanging out
of his mouth have faith
got to have it he says
and I wonder how
the kundalini experience
and faith go together
like milk and orange juice
to me but he must know
I think staring back at the child
how unfair the life he has been dealt
doesn’t even understand yet…
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