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The Galaxy Next Door
by Scott Utley
I am constantly surprised to rediscover
at each turn on the road which leads to light,
that there is a certain, somewhat aloof,
charmed, charming, and irresistibly engaging intellectually spiritual mind.
Those fortunate to cross her path - do so simply because her heart beats without interruption.
She is a woman - alive - now - in New York City.
At this moment, she may be doing something momentous,
most likely, however, she's either sleeping, or engaged in something
lacking any meaning or consequence at all.
This woman with a pulse is an immense source of profound insight
to all seekers of the one truth which resonates no matter how feeble the voice that speaks it.
She is a woman, a fine - fine - exquisitely lined specimen sapien extraordinaire,
who, when she speaks, directs damaged souls
towards healing and towards the brilliantine glow of truth.
The fact that she is my sister is a source of jubilant pride for a man like me of no little consequence.
Nevertheless, she's an over and over astonishing source of divine inspiration for me.
She could take you to heaven on a wild swans chariot if you would ask her. I'm constantly surprised to rediscover
at each turn unto the road which leads to light,
that there is a certain, somewhat aloof,
charmed, charming, and irresistibly engaging intellectually spiritual mind.
Those fortunate who cross her path - do so simply because her heart beats without interruption.
She is a woman - alive - now - in New York City.
At this moment, she may be doing something momentous,
most likely, she's either sleeping, or engaged in something
lacking any meaning or consequence at all.
This woman with a pulse is an immense source of profound insight
to all seekers of the one truth which resonates no matter how feeble the voice that speaks it.
She is a woman, a fine - fine - exquisitely lined specimen of a sapien extraordinaire,
who, when she speaks, directs damaged souls
towards healing and towards the brilliantine glow of truth.
The fact that she is my sister is a source of jubilant pride for a man like me of no consequence.
Nevertheless, she's an over and over astonishing source of divine inspiration for me.
Johanna is a lyric hummed by angels when they are at play.
03/01/2008 Posted on 03/01/2008
Copyright © 2025 Scott Utley
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