It Moves On

You can’t stay always
in the place the light never leaves.
You can’t have a pair of eyes
that never fails;
you can’t live forever
in the sunlit chambers
of the unbroken heart.

The shell of the nautilus
the wheel of the galaxy
the spiral clocks on the faces
of a thousand sunflowers
will all…

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Memoirist, poet, shamanic practitioner currently residing on Turtle Island.

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Kara B. Imle

Kara B. Imle

Memoirist, poet, shamanic practitioner currently residing on Turtle Island.

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