fresh juice swallowed
like a shot of heroine
rain in the desert
eyes close
rush of nourishment
blissful
the fast is broken.
fresh juice swallowed
like a shot of heroine
rain in the desert
eyes close
rush of nourishment
blissful
the fast is broken.
I am starting a fast come tomorrow
being selective about technology – emptying my cargo
opening the flood gates of my mind
it definitely time to realign
my mind, body and spirit
turning inside out all of my pockets
getting ready for my silent meditation
in hopes of finding my own Eden.