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[aid] => mick
[title] => Kundalini
[time] => 2009-04-29 09:58:00
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[bodytext] => The music is in me, it is, I can hear it now strumming……….strings of supreme light Elegantly, naturally……..this musician has no worries No, only warmth, and ancient knowledge . Chord follows chord, a percussive love inherent Nothing matters now but everything, all is purposeful I feel it in the pit, resonating……emanating. No limb is safe from the sonic deluge. Only joyous laughter can do justice Not words, no, certainly nothing so scripted. Nothing so obvious, no. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Secretpoet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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