For National Poetry Month, the last four lines from “If You Knew.”
What would people look like
If we could see them as they are;
soaked in honey, stung and swollen,
reckless, pinned against time?
A human being doing yoga, riding motorcycles, playing music, traveling and breathing with intention. Like all of you, I'm stardust, I'm golden, I'm billion year old carbon. THAT'S ENOUGH for now.
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