there is a reversion, aversion, mystical illusion
that we somehow fall upon, then into
there is an ephemeral elation
no relation to the weak-kneed conclusion
about life, and what it’s all about
there is a sadness, madness
utterly ridiculous gladness
we allow to lull us to sleep each night
there is an emptiness
a profound parsed instant
when we realize we are nothing more
than a faint whisper in a universe ever changing
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Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling. Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here.
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