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Post by Prophet on Apr 5, 2011 19:08:34 GMT -8
Prophetic Paths
So I find myself free A wandering prophet set free by his captors of law enforcement, A Renaissance man in a world of mechanical chariots and roads of pavement Putting my thumb out, with Black marker scrawl on a brown paper bag Saying “Santa Cruz” On a Highway heading North, Walking up the road to where this law enforcement system caught up with me in the first place. A black SUV chariot stops at the sight of me & my thumb. A fellow neo-hippy, his vehicle filled with the smell of Nag Champa, & lavender covering the stretch of his dashboard, behind the reigns of his steering wheel. A Humboldt State student Living through Prophetic Philosophies, Nick tells me of his views for common peace among humanity. My heart fills with the love for my Fellow man, as he buys me food & offers to help me along my journey -- He brings me to the humble village of Cambria & Tells me of a full moon drum circle on a local beach and I look down at my septagram, and smile at the love of the Goddess
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