Aspirations


Perhaps this fixation
Is merely a striation,
Of the chords strung
Upon creation.
The unfolding,
Remolding,
Incessant
Rolling of my mind.
Adjusting to the Body
And Spirit separation.

The inward connection
Of both,
In due time
Will lead to
Ultimate connection.
Ego transcended.
Heart truly mended.

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