the Waters_-___

Poems by New Yorkers posting on holiday from Fuel Cafe in the Berkshires, July 15th, 2014
The cafe is nearly empty. There’s one seat that’s hidden behind a corner.
All I can see is a set of paints. Such tools increase the odds of a “yes.”
She’s studying to be an herbalist in North Carolina and writes free-form.
I used to sit in cafes and draw. I’m inspired to post a poem / drawing of my own.

The medicine wheel moving the elements through our being,
deep blue transcends our consciousness. Snake medicine moving
with gentleness + ease. Do you feel the true nature of your
strength? I pray the waters shed your skin clean of all
particles that no longer serve you.
This flow shall be your ebb
This life will continue…Form & Formless

Read a poem by Damani D

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