Harmonizing the act
Piercing the asunder
A wood that fires
A fan that burns
Keeping the fire burning
Smokes higher unto the sky
Eating it raw
Digesting it saw
A wood that must not finish
A fan that must not stop
It doesn’t only warm you
It keeps wild beast away from you
Intoxication of new wine
Red eyes as the lion
Offensive mode activated
Defensive mode deactivated
Wood of timber
Fire of caliber
Wood firing
Fire wooding
Apples red, apples round.
Apples frozen on the ground.
Yellow-mellow apples,
many speckled, bruised and brown.
Henry ate them
when he went wooding.
Said they tasted like apple pudding.
Traveling twisting mind streams.
Grounded to earth that conforms to flow freely,
Gently follows carved curved paths,
Nothing can block its destinations track,
Tandem in movement supportive round ripples,
Rocks on which it rests and slides in tides,
Glides, eddies, and tumbles,
Calm in cool pools.
No strains against nor entrenched,
Conforms yet grows in light wide water windows,
Changes through time as it bends, it tends,
Cleans spiritual souls that mystic sparkling sight lends,
Turbulent, transforms with mounting energies,
Eternal shifts from small cliffs and life reflections,
Boundless directions share theirs,
Open to the currents creativity,
Positive energy flows and travels there,
Becoming aware, joined with passionate raptures.
~ William Wooding ~
Suttle serenade builds over time like a lovers rhythm,
Passions rhyme sends seductive sensations swirling,
Fulfilling senses surround sensual serene sanctuaries,
Touching from a hairs width of touching,
Lovers feel the aura of authentic energy radiate,
Escalating synergy transports through static places,
Where soul mates kiss from a breath away,
Traveling through time, whispering lips, and glowing faces.
~ William Wooding ~
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