Thoughts

I sit glass in hand,

pondering imagination,
the beautiful mind
that brings joy,
fear, anxiety,
and exhilaration.
As I taste my drink
I feel my spirit nourished
by the simple impulse of the sweet flavor.
Somehow that simple act
touches my piece of the divine.
Sweet, sour, sin, and flower
oh…the senses to which I delight,
all because my mind and soul are one.

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