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Jun 2016
peace is a kiss—
sealing an invite for bliss
that grows wings
fluttering upon the doorstep
of the free

free is a mind—
with gold nuggets mined
that grow interest
glimmering in the trunk
of the wisdom-rich

rich is a rounded whole—
free of  hole
that grows stable
rolling along the path
of transcendence


*there is always a path greater than discord,
enslavement and corrupted spirit
Skipping Stones
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Skipping Stones
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   Ja and Melanie Kate
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