Unalome by Laughing Soul

 Unalome - a poem by Laughing-Soul - All Poetry

It all starts within,

quest for peace,
unwinding every spiral,
piece by piece.

Twists and turns
a path so queer,
yet to spirituality
we must adhere.

Awakens the Soul
as unfurls the Lotus whole,
Quenches the nectar shalom
once attains the fragile mind
Unalome.

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