In the permeation of your incense

On the threshold
of your spirituality
following the wisps
of your patchouli scented
journey, I rode your heights
through abstract dreams
your love, psychedelic
grounded me….
such earthly delights.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Well "free love" is obviously better than having to pay for it. (laughing) This had like a hippie sort of vibe to it from the late sixties...free your mind, tune in turn on and drop out Tim Leary sort of thing. I remember bead curtains, sandalwood incense, lava lamps, black lights and love beads when the girls were all earth mamas wanting to connect with nature. Good times.

[Vol]

Andrew,
What a sharp "PING!" of truth. Like a flash of lightening that reveals a mountain. Powerful love poem indeed!
Vol

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you very much Vol