Open to the Spirit

How I learn from the wind
Freedom is a treasure within
Art can never satisfy without humility
Stretched like a binder
Procrustean beds broken
Concepts burn like a fire
Red hot jazz
Love opens preconceptions
New neuron patterns
Old streets with roses
Blossom away from power
Growth walks out of the temple

Led by the Spirit

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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