poem – Snooze 2 Awaken

Till Death or Emojis Do Us Part

Sol Luckman If I had more time I’d have you over And we could connect Or reconnect Whoever you are

Sol Luckman Try to see the wind When it’s blowing Still there’s no doubt In your mind Where it’s going

Sol Luckman Turn your back on the Simulation until, no longer caring, you become its Master … I’m entering a

Sol Luckman “Feeling blue” becomes A joyful phrase When referring to Any Bluebird Shaman With the courage to leave Anxiety

Stephen Parato You came here for a reason, didn’t you? You can feel it in the depths of your being.

Sol Luckman Throughout the great Southwest You will find desert cities Lost in the sands of time Where no people

Sol Luckman Having lived my life In hard pueblos Or in no pueblo at all I long for a soft

Mike Adams [SL: It’s my pleasure to share this still highly relevant article, which I published in my popular free

Sol Luckman Terra cotta hills Pinstriped with alabaster Under turquoise skies So much mineral beauty Upwells in this timeless place

Sol Luckman Turn off the road Traverse the boisterous schoolyard Feel the tingle of November sand underfoot While ascending and