This poem was inspired by a divine experience I had while smoking my pipe along the streets of New York City. What I felt, and thought was not of me but of Source. In a city that doesn't sleep, I experience God. God is the true experience of a city.
This poem was inspired by a divine experience I had while smoking my pipe along the streets of New York City. What I felt, and thought was not of me but of Source. In a city that doesn't sleep, I experience God. God is the true experience of a city.