Here is the drum roll into ancestry.
The flowers are in their radiant dresses
Release a score of greeting.
The divine reflection as shone from
Our beloved teacher
Who in true commune radiated out to society.
The poet in his flying suit
Passed during the full moon as
We continued in the state of awake.
In this realization, we are burning
From this great mystical one
The heart is unable to escape.
© Nov 2010 -Sonja J Johnston for Art Willis (1936-2010)
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