Nothing comes, nothing said
What to do if nothing read?
Pause a bit, regroup and think
What’s important, what will happen?
What would bring you to the brink
Of salvation in your quest of harmony
When to past lives you do regress?
What’s to be?
Will we ever, ever really be free?
Not much said, a little read
So on we go, on we tread.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Hear the lessons in your head
Feel the words without any dread.
Know they’ve come to lead you
Where you need to tread.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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