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Traveler Jan 2022
Every morning she meditates
while I embrace my arts
The gardener come to each of us
to water these inter parts..

My guitar is a bright bronze
As she connects to golden truth
My poetry silently resolved
In hues of silver blues…

If you listen to the wind
or wave’s upon a shore
the music of the sphere
has wisdom at its core!
My heart was shattered
in so many pieces that
after putting it back together
I got a bigger heart full of love
When you break me that’s when I grow.


Shell ✨🐚
Grow after every heart ache
Traveler Jan 2022
Could you love evil,
enough to forgive it?

If I were a demon
I’d be destine to live it.

I’d hope you’d understand
in the bitter ends…

On our return
to the source of all
love and sin!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
Traveler Jan 2022
The frequency of my love
Is in the strokes of my heart
Beating in atonement
With my music and my art

Lifting ever higher
The vibration of my will
I have come to realignment
Where peace is all that’s real!
  Dec 2021 Traveler
Seranaea Jones
-

the Clause read–

"by signing, you agree to have
your imagery and collected works
manifested into any digital scenario

chosen by the staff, associates and
management of this organization
throughout perpetuity"

So,

does this mean Bob Dylan and
George Lucas might appear
side-by-side on TV some
Christmas Eve

as dying trees ornamented with
numerical fruits which dangle
from their frames like the

links of Marley's chains ?

given his extensive background
on the subject, Santa knows full
well this will eventually happen...


s jones
2021


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