Distant Salt

Jason Marsh

I emerged from the womb

Confused yet consumed

Follow me to my tomb

Rise again, I will

So much work left still…

I may go at it alone

Roam, roam, roam…

No where in site, my home…

Until I am free from carbon based needs

My soul, my spirit will surely bleed…

Dera Dande Uthao- Let us lift our camp and staff. -Babaji

By Thais Bosworth

I came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting on me for years...won't you walk with me...

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