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Curry anyone?

Organizations are common and
Can be likened to store bought curry
Some are very spicy
Others are quite mild
 
But—
 
It is premixed
With a predefined result
 
And—
 
The exact recipe
A well guarded secret
Based on someone else’s interpretation
Of what curry “should be”
 
The Great Chefs
And the Mahatmas
Those Great Souls
Always mix their own curry
 
To discover and continue
To refine your own special mix
Based on your unique gifts 

Seek and know the spices of Heaven—
 
Is to know the rarefied beauty
Of that ecstatic sacred dance
A Bolero! With all that is
 
 
Copyright © 2004 William A. York.
All rights reserved. 
 

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