Today’s prompt: create a poem with five consecutive song titles from a randomized playlist. Pandora’s Beats Antique station provided all the esoteric words I could have hoped for…
This world is not the supreme illusion,
But it is only a small part of What Is.
Open your eyes, breathe deeply.
Life beats its rhythm against you.
Welcome to the great revival.
You are invited to be fully present,
for each moment of this life,