Funny how
Dimensions be
In their
Malleability
There’s much more space
Inside this tent
Than at first glance
Seems evident
Christ and Buddha
Muhammed and
Marley all right
Here at hand
Along with
Visionaries from
Diverse religions
Peaceful come
No conflict
Find themselves between
Though fiercely fought
Battles have been
In their names waged
We humans by
Which harmony
Herein belie
In no single
Particular
Feel we the need
To go to war
In any large
Or little way
The selfsame
Set of truths to say!
One stresses that
Another this
But every pathway
Leads to bliss
Of closeness to
The great Divine
No need each other
Undermine
There’s so much room
Limitless space
In the corona
Of God’s grace
Perhaps this is
Why I was meant
To pass some time
Inside this tent:
From the outside
Just ten by ten
With the whole
Universe within
Well, you total schweetheart… Made this girl’s chilly morning, you have
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I have a section on my blog where all my liked blogposts are listed. I don’t have the following you go but hopefully some new eyes will see your work!
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*do not go. Ugh. Typing on my phone.
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Ya, ugh. My phone’s my only device — I do all my posting from it, and have an all-too-intimate relationship with that ol autouncorrect gremlin. It’s appeased by much swearing and a little stomping and hair tearing) 🙂
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You’re very kind to say so. I’m afraid this blog is the closest I myself intend to come to the contortions involved in self publishing — but I’m tagging for all I’m worth so as many folks find it as possible!
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Please say you’re compiling the tent poems into a book!
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I like it when people are sew in tents !
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Thats how living in my truck felt. Outside was all the hate but once the door closed I had a sanctuary.
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May you always have one! 🙂
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You too!
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