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Nicholas David Klacsanzky : Poet and Pundit

It's All Happening

It's All Happening


My soul is wandering

Blue mountains

Grey sand of remorse


Watch the luminous clouds

Huddle for the dark afternoon ritual

Light that we were born with

Creeps in loud dance to touch surface

Crows watch me in thorn bush

Looking perspective of prophet

My soul is reflecting

Guru that I try to be

Its all happening

All at once

In each moment

My soul is wandering