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EXPERIENCE TWAINED

EXPERIENCE TWAINED

EXPERIENCE TWAINED

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

If you put your hand into my hand

encompassing my pen

we would

circumnavigate the mind together

as we do in our daily life.

We rock and chime to the wind

as one symbiotic Soul

finding tribulation

or relief as an asparagus

has its winding trails.

We have vegetated our smiles

in the farming fields of innocently grown

and have perpetuated our joy

when all the World is biting the other.

If you put your hand into my hand

and inscribed the messages

the light

would foray the darkness amidst

against the hysteria of the ordinary.

To deliver the anx, the postulating errors

and stand before ourselves

who would notice that God is within us?

We are stardust in the Light

beings that have signed off the local registrar

of commodity and brokerage.

If I am free to encapsulate your fingers

weaved within my own quivering messages

the transparency would layer

all that we are consciously designed to do.

Putting your hand into my transcribing hand

will tell the World

how powerful Love can transmute

and change the way we see others.

Trust, is the golden key

gauging the experience of our existence, twained.

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