I drive out the darkness;
laugh in the face of rising storms;
wrap myself in a blanket of love as cold winds blow.
Tides rise and fall in the age-old dance.
Life springs forth.
Between fire and ice, floating above the Darkness
my light shines down.
Eternity.
Om Prakash Gilmore
©August 25, 2022
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Om Prakash John Gilmore
John (Om Prakash) Gilmore, is a Retired Unitarian Universalist Minister, a Licensed Massage Therapist and Reiki Master Teacher, and a student and teacher of Tai-Chi, Qigong, and Nada Yoga. Om Prakash loves reading sci-fi and fantasy.
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