beetle on my nightstand poem by steven james humphreys
Spiritual poetry

beetle on my nightstand

We can say we exist. we can say to ourselves that 'I am'. this self we believe we are, where does it live? believe me, I have looked far and wide... I can only say I see the room before me where I think I am. and, then a colorful beetle landed on my nightstand… Continue reading beetle on my nightstand

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