This poem is namely dedicated to the diety Pan, but also my bro and mum, living in a
house five minutes from Nimbin main street back in 92. No. Not exactly an average
experience and reason Paganism shines strong in my heart, (amongst quite a few
fellow friends...). No, in fact I have given the whole year and a half
experience a whole new collection of mine called "my inner child smiles at the
art of time." For there, exploring my past with the meditation of poetry,
O so many piquant spiritual experiences and shamans like this passing and leaving
magic for my future youth, these with nameless and nuanced sorcery I find, the chaos
godhead is still spellings smile...
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