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Poetry In
Stillness And Jessie
I was looking at a picture
Of poetry in stillness,
Cups, a red thing, cups,
An interesting design, cups,
When Jessie came in,
A young street musician,
Composer, homeless by
Choice he said, looking
To play outside of the mall,
Of course they said no,
The mall isn’t empty and
Dying without reason,
He had a Kashmiri Chai
And we spoke about many
Things, I glanced back and
Forth between Jessie and the
Cups and I saw myself back
Then, a young poet, homeless
By choice, disenchanted with
Power, corruption and money,
A Yogi in the making although
I didn’t know it at the time,
Rescued by a Goddess,
I suggested that he read
Autobiography Of A Yogi by
Paramahansa Yogananda,
As I kept glancing back to
Poetry in stillness I couldn’t
Help but wonder if Goddesses
Would be as important in
His life as they are in mine.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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