An omer of hoarfrost
from the rain of bread called manna -
they ate for forty years.
Then found the promised treasure -
produce of the land -
no need for flavored dew.
Wilderness is the pain-infected soul's estate.
Fear creates the wilderness -
but wilderness cannot fear.
Manna gifted an exodus from self -
the grace of love -
opening to a moment filled life.
Security comes bound in manacles.
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Retired, reformed capitalist, recovering consumer, quasi-luddite, artist, self-published poet, spiritual growth activist, animal rights advocate and Reiki master - originally from New Jersey, now living near the great urban experiment called (more...)
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