Oh, but those who feel like the wind!
How lovely they are.
How very lovely.
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Tag: Joy
Hold my heart, dear music.
Let me float in the clouds,
on the sweetest of tunes;
let me hold this feeling, still,
while the moon wraps around me.
Sing it again, sweet Angel.
Evermore is the breath
of this beautiful, beautiful song.
I see the world,
and I know it has been named
by those who came before me.
Who have I become
(or not become)
because of what they have shown me?
Voices claiming to guide are often sour
to my ears.
The world is alive,
delicate,
beautiful,
when my gypsy heart flies
free.
I see the world.
I name it for myself.
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Just A Rose
A rose is just a rose
to those who choose
not to know her.
May each day
bring each heart
a brand new shining sun.
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Heaven on Earth
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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Neat and Tidy
She came in a neat and tidy box.
Most of them did.
Until they opened the box
and life began.
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Yayah! WOOT!
And just so the lot of you know:
THIS
will be the
BEST damn year
of
ALL
our lives.
(This blog post was proudly brought to you by the soul cleansing- complete and utter dork making- power of the full moon in Pisces.)
Yayah! Woot!
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Permission
The song of this heart
sings
without
permission.
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All The Lovely Things
If I were a forest,
there would be afternoon sun
slicing through my trees.
And little white rabbits
would hop along the way
between the daisies
and the rushing river
and I would know
this was the sweetest day.
If I were a forest,
I would be home.
For me.
And for all the lovely things.
