Sta.sh
Dancing with the prophets
living, tarrying, remaining in their company.
Words that breathe, pulsate with vitality,
expressions that create, lyrics that rejuvenate
dwell in the connections and interactions
that pass continually between the members
of this body of peculiar souls.
A Spirit dwells among them,
no mere result of their collective presence,
but a persistent permeating intention
that nurtures and ripens an enlightened cognizance
in the experience and understanding
of each soul whose countenance
is woven into the fabric of their assembly.
They comprise a carriage of being,
a demeanor of presence so vital
to be overcome by no force of kings,
by no might nor machinery of state;
for this gathering of eccentric outcasts
establishes in their presence an atmosphere
that continually whispers to each soul
re-memberings of who he is,
re-embodyings of the acceptance
in which she is held.
None can walk among them
without growing pregnant with the fruit
of this enabling, entrusting, empowering,
investing, validating awareness.
Such apprentices of authentic life
bear the essence of nobility
that can never be compelled to submit
to condemnation nor fear, no matter
what is relentlessly hurled
by the agents and structures
of a fallen world,
for they have glimpsed
and tasted its alternative.
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Just sayin thqat I haven't forgot about you, and that you don't have to stress about the note. And, that I've been quite anti-social for weeks so yeah... I'm not so social. I hope you're fine. 
s. I really appreciate it 
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