A Mystical Poetry Collection by John Ackerman.
A window into the soul of John, All the Air in the Room is an
intimate glance into the life of a lover of mixed up experience
and lostness and weariness and finally triumph and elated spirit
and no one knows secretly nothing is covered in dragon skin as I
am in oceans of weariness sorrow is a seashore covered in skins
made of plastic instead of impacting the ocean with a pattern of
harmony we exploit it and export it and resort it to another blue
story we have nothing to do with....instead of renewing our wealth
of self we withhold our hearts in nuggets of gold and hoard our
pelts and buckets of cords and abhor open doors and giving our-
selves away momentarily, truly I tell thee, if you desire harmony,
give
away
everything....
if you need discord,
hoard,
and ye will find
mind is what we make it,
as space in time
is spirit.
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