Poetry Is Spiritual
Poetry is spiritual, sit there meditating and know your body
echoes resounding psalms.
The men and women who come to steal your poems are
empty
have stolen from their own rice and fruit bowls again and again
In life.
Make love.
Wash your hair of the world.
Slice a loaf of bread and even in these smaller actions
Find more than they have in the killing of thousands of women,
men and sacred children.
Make liberation.
Knead it like dough on the clean table of your soul.
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