put your leaky ink pen
onto the recycled paper with leaves still
stuck underneath

the pendulum swings as i
ask you thought out questions
speaking to those who have passed
and feeling energy surround me

the crystals that lay inside the leather
bound little bag around my pale neck
ward off different bad vibes and
invite pleasant feelings
in which i crave and find joy

burning the incense
that strange oil underneath the
powdered little stick
smoke surrounds me and i dance in it
my senses bathe themselves in it

10/26/2011

Author's Note: since going to cassadaga, i have invoked a lot of spiritual-ness inside and around me. one of the psychics told me im a psychic empath...

Posted on 10/27/2011
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