Of Gratitude

The wisdoms engraved 

Into the depths of our souls 

Are timeless whispers 

In sacred devotions to 

Seductions of naked earth 

And we sail the 

Ten Winds 'til tumult gives 

Way to caresses of freedom 

Heretofore unknown 

The inner temple is

Slowly built of gratitude 

And desolation

Rob Taylor

Rob Taylor is a writer, poet, photographer and a certified metaphysics and consciousness coach. Rob shares a modern perspective on individual inner work, consciousness expansion, and the complexities of human behaviour.

https://www.inner-works.today
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