Top Tent Rocks

When I’m Here

firm ground under my feet

scent of piñon smoke in the winter air

I transcend space.


When I’m in the Now

heart beating in my chest

sun warm against my cheeks

I transcend time.


When I’m with the Beloved

His image radiant in my eye

a smile sweet on my lips

no thing matters.



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