Sanctuary

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Nightmares confuse my days!

My body aches from the constant
push of collecting demands.
Yeah, some heavy shit needs to fall
off my shoulders;
the weight of monkeys
hanging on my kindness.

That feeling of suffocation,
crowded by the overpopulation of
intrusive minds.
I offer a sacrifice for
a momentary reprieve;
realizing I must shake the dust
before I enter holy ground.

My heart is listening
to the tapping of beads
parted by clean hands baptizing
a dirty spirit.

The beats of contemplation
within a groovy mood’s cascading flow;
I sit next to burning incense
to inhale deeply,
some sweet meditation.

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