Chris Davis
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My mind drifts like the rivers of high Colorado and my heart lies in the arms of Mother Nature. My soul is tied to the strings of the universe and my energy flows to and from the consciousness around me.
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Death Is No Intruder
The Earth spins round and round, faster than light and faster than sound. The thing that you lost first had to be found. Whether your heads in the clouds or your feet on the ground, you get to choose when you wear the crown. Swim with it on, they’ll all be astound but only because most of us drown. But where are we swimming? Is it to a new town? Just another up to come crashing back down? Do we fake all our smiles to protect our frowns?
By Chris Davis 4 years ago in Poets
The Indian Peaks Wilderness
My mind rushes/drifts like the rivers of high Colorado and my heart lies in the arms of Mother Nature. My soul is tied to the strings of the universe and my energy flows to and from the consciousness around me. I wander the roads and trails of the world; traveling, meditating, experiencing. I accept the past, indulge in the present, and look forward to the future. -King Llouie
By Chris Davis 5 years ago in Wander
