Today there s only a single poem. As you read this Amoda, Peyote and I are in a Yurt somewhere in Colorado getting back to basics and being in nature for a few short days vacation. I thank you for reading my poetry. There is always, it seems, more bubbling up from the eternal wellspring of the divine intelligence. Who knows where anything really comes from, and who is it that writes with my hand?
So true. Thank you so much. Love the pic. xxx
Of course you are worthy!
Thanks Kavi, I hope Peyote is tracking some coyotes for his dinner :-)