Chaos in philly
a breakneck pace in Baton Rouge
come with me
my sister of the literary
to a place we can be mentally soothed
with your husbands blessing
we shall explore the muse
break away
from our day to day
allow our spirits 2 be infused
Trancendental meditation
ideal in situations
such as this
and stress
we will resist
ensconsed deep in natures midst
ideally our spiritual state
should go beyond the physical
observing the meaning of the supreme
when the breeze stirs a leaf
so empirical
Religious doctrine
to this we do ascribe
yet though we do not share dna
forever you will be by my side
a sister and brother
a bond forged in harmony
the epitome
of what we see
in the hushed surroundings of serenity
On the shores of a lake
we will meditate
like thoreau
nature so alive at walden pond
everywhere we go
reading channing
hawthorne and emerson
stopping 2 praise the spirit
the father
the son
and as we rise from our prayer
as family we are one
No one can truly predict
the road 2 shall meet upon
now with the muse we abscond
blessed by the spirits at walden pond
Nature an outward sign
of the innervision of man
no predictions
sans restriction
in full color the embodiment of the fathers plan
when all in my life was darkness
you lent a helping hand
now i thank you from my heart
on the shores of concord sand
A correspondence with the visual
so visible
are our thoughts
indvisible
cant be bought
the devil tempts for naught
cogitating on civil disobedience
and the demise of the ecology
a chior of birds sing
as you hum mercy mercy me
So much in this dishonest life
is bound to be misconstrued
but when i write
this much is true
forever you will be my sister bound by the muse
tourists stop and smile
wondering what we will pen
the last time they saw us
we threw caution to the wind
in the lush meadows andean
Insight and intuition
have brought us together it seems
such a sight
2 be seen
brotherly love and sisterly affection
as we transcribe reams
all good things must come to an end
till the next time we meet my faithful friend
always and forever
on you i shall depend
when
people stop and ask me
dee why does your spirit seem so soothed
i smile and whisper gently
it is due 2
my devine sister in Baton Rouge
No one can truly predict
the road 2 shall meet upon
now with the muse we abscond
blessed by the spirits at walden pond

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