Litkicks Message Board Archive


Posted to Action Poetry

Once meditating,
there is the opening of
our third eye

Breathing like our lungs on air,
but then on spirit,
inhaling them all,
black, white, gold and green

past becomes the present future
and circles appear in front
thoughts and time.

Open and ruby,
the only beauty in this
age of dark conspiracy
in form of pure wisdom
is attained