Spontaneity
Written: February 23, 2024
Rumi Quote: “There is a voice that doesn't use words. Listen.”-
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Line of inquiry:
"discarding narrow thought flow crutch
we learn directly by soft touch
and what we garner we relay
to the vast void in childlike play
entwined thus with the universe
we dance without need to rehearse"
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Vivid sense surges with staggering splendor,
A fluid-fetching flow fancies to surrender.
Enabling your soul to uphold the trend,
And as it stirs, so delightfully, transcend.
No diction is required whilst we convey love,
Randomized retorts reveal our reason above.
We perceive touch as a subtle twirling skill,
The cosmos doesn't require any prep drills.
We converge as we engage in teenage play,
Our minds are unrestricted to roam or sway.
Vatic validation verifies a vague version of life,
As one, we grow in harmony, bereft of strife.
Life was hardly fun or pure when I was awake,
Spontaneous, affectionate, and ecstatic break.
A future or past view is at odds with the present.
Risen to reality after years of ruse, apparent.
Cautious ego, everlasting treading lightly,
Surprise is quelled by touch trends tightly.
With a hunched posture, seemingly oblivious,
Bonding sorrow with each breath is insidious.
Heart and head are at odds, never in harmony,
In shadows dwell love and light doth scurvily.
Enticing mind and soul together to compile,
Embracing raw beginnings as our self-guile.
Unpredictability is the hallmark of spontaneity,
Allowing and lively, it exuded awe and acuity.
Alive in hollowness, connected with the divine.
Freely finding fulfillment fiber forward shine.
We have a simmering yearning in our air,
Everlasting flames that are growing bare.
Withies, willow whirling with weedy woe,
Genial greens growing a gulp group glow.
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