To understand what is going on
in my belly, the tingling and tickling
of the flagella that know blindly
what I am hoping for, I dive down
in the collective unconscious
I juggle with symbols
name the gloss of the cells
soul and the cells an embodiment
of the great soul, the invisible
connection of everything, and among all
there is the mystery of the angels
who hold our essence
and carry in their hands my desire
to the nesting place
in my belly, tingling and tickling
while there are so many questions
from the angels of my mind
which are condemned as devils
by the fear of independence
of others and of yourself
questions about what is going on
and opinions, pros and cons
angels and devils, sometimes both armed
with deceit and threats, denying
that they are part of the great soul
questions, about what is going on and opinions, pros and cons angels and devils, sometimes both armed with deception and threats, ..very happy to read all that you hve written. you are very serious thinker. i like your opinions, whether the reader agrees with u or not.. is not the problem. i am simply taken up by your interest. thank u dear poet for all the poems. i will read many. tony
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n their hands, they carry my desire to the nesting place in my belly, tingling and tickling.....thankyou for your poet's notes. love to read the explanations and your thinking and your philosophy. thank u dear poet.. tony