Lessons from poetry…
These are expressions from above, outside mind.
My darling Beloved, for who’s grace has befallen upon me. I chirp after her, newborn, crying for love and attention.
I find myself in three parts: my body, my mind, my heart, and each part requires refinement– the work to come to her.
So, here is some result of this effort, fruits of her workshop, and I ply this meagre trade to sing to her that she might dote upon me once more.
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Shawn Roske
