First, before I continue the mood of these threads, I see you are reading my pinned story about Anne and Marissa. Thank you so so much. That story is very important to me, as is my only other pinned story, about my friend's suicide, my discussions with his soul, and my own experience with deep depression and my surviving it, all geared toward awareness and suicide attempt prevention. It starts with one of my best poems:

Title: We Are Only As Sick As Our Secrets

Poem:

"Suicide provides no relief at all

On ledge imagining end to my pain

Pavement streaming toward me will not end fall

Just before break solution becomes plain

My penance to help others to refrain

Thought my loved ones better off without me

Truth’s too likely they’ll header into sea

Had I known that death cannot be cheated

Baring deep secrets would cure malady

Death would not have left loved ones defeated"

Now, getting back to spirituality, poetry, and, other matters that too many do not connect, you might appreciate my spiritually erotic poetry. An acrostic and two tankas:

https://medium.com/illumination/kisses-3c05da133cf0

https://medium.com/know-thyself-heal-thyself/convergence-2cebd3d0a7f9

https://medium.com/the-bazaar-of-the-bizarre/dear-connie-lingus-512a26bddf97