This little powem (power poem) snapped into me again last week...finally decided to post it. Wrote it in 1972, the year I divorced Tom:
while talking in circles and thinking in cones
and feeling the stress on the bones
caused by walking upright
staying up through the night
i felt the earth pulled
away from one orbit and into another
where god is our brother.
Astreia
=)
Beautiful poem, Sister Astreia. I, too, feel the pull of the new orbit!
That is pretty. Love
That is pretty.
Love Nageeta