I am the the trees and the wind.
Two melted into one:
Body and soul
travelling the pink lace road
of heaven on earth.
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Tag: Bliss
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Write With The Wind
I cannot create unless I soften.
I cannot write with the wind,
I must become it.
I am the beautiful breeze that flows these words into the sky of all things.
Human is but a small part of me.
The blissful wind
I am
is the rest.
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Darling Day 25. Bliss
This bliss,
this quiet breath
that holds me
as I spin into the fabric of
all things.
This heart,
this hand that reaches for the sun
and pulls in close
the shining pieces
of a brand new
darling day.
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Naturally A Miracle
This body.
Graceful, strong, electric.
These senses unknown,
awakening with every glance,
every touch,
every moment of
this
enchanting
life.
Explosions of light beneath the skin,
and I am hooked.
And waiting for the next burst of sun
to explode
from within.
Naturally me.
Naturally a miracle
unfolding beneath the covers
of humanity’s eternal slumber.
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Heart And Soul
What a beautiful option.
To live.
With all your heart and soul.
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And So It is
Life is all the beautiful things.
Because my every day starts with a promise.
To shine up my heart,
and to just know that all the happy will find me.
And so it is.
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The Land In-between
The matrix rages beneath the skin and I am trapped.
So this is the land in-between.
The rose unfurls beneath a skin that longs to fall,
yet the chipped paint of a girl gone by
tethers me to yesterday.
A day I no longer choose.
Absolute quiet awaits behind the curtain of truth.
Bliss calls, and yet the world of illusion screams
so that always I must return.
I ask them: ‘where is home?’
and they ask me where I think I am
if I am not already home.
Who else knows the light behind these eyes?
Who else feels the rose opening within,
when so many see only a garden of falsehoods;
of black and white;
of right and wrong;
of normal,
of insane?
The river rolls on
and asks me to believe in home.
The place beyond the in-between
is home.
I don’t know how I know.
I just know.
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The Ocean Of All Of Us
Do you feel it?
The song, dancing you into the breeze, can you sense it?
Changing your every thought, your every need?
It lives in the ocean of all of us.
It plays in the rivers of those who believe.
This wind, this sun, this freedom.
It is, and always has been, in the ocean of all us.
When you catch it, you will believe.
Beauty is the home that fills my soul
like a glorious day.
Come to me, sweet beauty.
Bring me your Sun.
Let me feel your tender fingers
sweep through my waiting soul.
