I sipped it dark and bitter today though it does not reflect my days more likened to the past I left behind where the one eyed king is blind...
I have my ways written in rhyme hope and hell given to the masses they hold my words, poured into Crown Glasses I am separated into classes they, kings blind of my passion I am in my ways...
blissfully, I have connected spiritually written in native tongues my ghosts sit with me they drink of me, for we share the same cup, creatively... of what is written in blood.
A powerful poem. Some ghost stay with us till the end. I like the emotion and the story in the poem. Last line made the poem complete. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poem.
Coyote
I have connected spiritually
written in native tongues
my ghosts sit with me
they drink of me,
we share the same cup,
creatively...
of what is written in blood.
yes what is written in our linage is in our blood family...
yes the ghosts do share that which they passed on karmically
that which they left to us to finish.. or set a new course with..
Dharma is the name of our spiritual goals..and karma the path shared.
excellent write My brother.