http://slow.writerscafe.org/KhemiJegna The original writings of author KhemiJegna en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776072863 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What do you feel now Khemi? I feel Hue-manthis is what it feels like for a spirit to develop Hue-man experiences.As I venture my thoughts at the heel of the crossroads.What are my decisions?I am the steps for either roads which one is it?Esu, intrigued by this dialogue of perfectio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KhemiJegna/1795635/ The spirit is presentIt rained when i first saw youThe atmosphere delightShango still in plasmaEchoes of the calmed warRolling thunder Somersaulted between usLightening captured in absenceIt Was then I knew you could bend lightYour scent, a mist, unknown and missedmy kundalini chilled Ive felt .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KhemiJegna/1777160/ There was an itch for the heightsA tickle for a scratch I laughed It danced from the chin to the crown of my headNot a spill in this state of perfectionThe base of cup sang a tune The base of the jug was a b minor In awe of the frequency to the earsI awe the science of the imposs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KhemiJegna/1769385/ You stretch forth your hands to wake the sky Every living thing bows and drown in the glory of your light.The winged and the scaled The clawed and the featheredFurs and the leatherThe mountains and the echoesMock together All are music to theeAs you sing amongst your brethrenThe Nebul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KhemiJegna/1768694/ You prostrate yourselves before your desires and break the veil between you and your reflectiondomestication and reputation legislation and temptationEvictions and natural selectionFrom the sound to a quarrel mindTo quiet the voice forever is to dieyou're hip, you're the milennials wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KhemiJegna/1766015/ You are sweet like grape wine And bitter like grape vines as I bite into that aspect of you                                                      &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KhemiJegna/1765998/ And what sorcery is this?Fungus washed upon the shores of my tongue Saliva submitting to aged grapes The moon that rules the night Pulling and pushing the tides of the purest water left in meI am moved by Nature..Raptured..Brought by thoughtVomited out of this reality to The Neters of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KhemiJegna/1763628/