Autism was the mind
Serving Om as op time
Lamb seemed but a dish
Hopeheads fed in the hornets Nest
A darkness of epithets filed my mind
The Ego was full of cunning
Er,what of creation
Echo,what of time
Ae,is but of one
Eh,could it be
Am i not the arrogate of me
Seen in a moment,Is there more then me?
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Reviewed by Calendula Petal (Reader)
Reviewed on June 18, 2003
yes I had to read this a few times, but then I am a bit thick, but glad the penny finally dropped.
Beautiful artwork too.
Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
Reviewed on June 18, 2003
Wow a excellant pairing of abstracts...regally profound and thought provoking!!!!
~Nikki~
What if you were named as heir to a Will that you knew nothing about and members of your family were being kidnapped and tortured for information they didn't have? What if you went to the police only to find out the Russian Mafia and your own govern
A touching, loving and spirtual insight of the dying process, filled with peace, smiles and starting on their journey, taking me with them as far as I could go, returning back with something I didn't have before. Will be out early in 2010..on Kindle
Beautiful artwork too.
~Nikki~
pax
Anita