Feeding My Spirits Poem by Nick F. Hawkins
Feeding My Spirits
Meditation is food
For the soul when
My chakras are hungry,
I feed my spirits until
My pineal glands are
Chubby and my oceans
Are no longer murky,
I used to crave not to worry
Until I fed my solar plexus
The essence of what's worthy,
Now that I'm well catered
My obstacles are keenly buried
Monday, March 11, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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