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Mar 2013
A sanctuary for the rejected,
projected by by the giant alabaster dogs at the front.

from all over the world
healing stones
are checkered throughout this temple--
amethyst to rose quartz
vibrate frequencies of salvation.

A sacred palace filled
with organic nourishment
ready to detox the body--
real food tastes divine!

Electric candles scattered throughout--
a dull orange ignites the corners.
A jungle grows in this sacred space,
fresh oxygen and green leaves are the blinds.

Weary gypsy travelers wander about
to and fro to smoke from ancient pipes
to stay in the moment,
we heal through music and painting.

SHE conjures ***** tonics
ripe with raspberries, lemons and grapefruit
to help those seeking a distraction.

A soothing sounds of the ocean
echo throughout the walls
of this temple of rest.

Here we lay, the sacred beasts cuddle
with our lonely souls
and SHE ensures we will move on gently
through the black walls in front of us.
Brycical
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