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A renewal of the space,
Of gravity, time, allowance,
New creations, new life.
Revival spread through the lands and the hearts.
This is our father’s creation,
The beauty, mind boggling.
The air fresh, crisp, sweet,
The beginning, the end,
New paths, new walks.
Roads . . . they end.
They wind.
Animals, people,
All things breathing.
Solstice!
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A delicate ember awaits anonymously,
A parceled out soul awaiting un-abandonment,
Equestrian voices longing to be heard,
Magicians waiting for the magic word,
But you see??...
You already are what you long to be.
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A quaint, snowy, mystifying creek runs down through to the very depths of the heart of my soul . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . As the autumn trees sway their radiant colors of true velocity . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . Radiating with energy, vibration, that grasp your knowing . . . . . . . .
. . . . .. . Not everything is in your knowing, I’m shoveling the snow. . . . . .
. . . . . Deeper and deeper, it’s heavy and thick, but soothing to my soul storm . . . . . .
. . . . . As I reach the ground, I am grounded . . . . . .
. . . . . I am the ground . . . .
. . . . A piece to the whole.
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The ember waves precedes nights calling,
Droplets of truth trickle up my spine,
The wind shifts in an inward direction,
Spots of light show themselves to me,
I am blinded by mine own knowing,
It’s radiation, earth quivering under my feet,
The branches are fiercely swaying with persistence,
And so, the seeds scatter,
And there is breath,
There is life!
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The community of radiant light has flourished upon it's glow,
It's evanescent sparkle, it's laugh, it's flow,
To come about into the darkness and spread the seeds of it's sanction,
the growth of it's being cannot be undone,
The seed... it starts to root,
In through that darkness of mute,
It continues to grow and root its self to the veins,
It spreads through the being like divinity inside a god or goddess it reigns,
Though the whole seeping, saturated being,
Until alas through the eyes is it seeing,
Until no longer it can be held,
Out of the core spits out seed after seed of divinity that has been unweld,
Out from another has it spread into the darkness,
Little specks of light as another it will bless.
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An overflow,
A stir,
A sensation,
A movement,
A dance,
Butterflies at will,
Migrating,
A hummingbird’s wings flutter,
A swift hand reaches in and through,
Oceans fury crashes itself,
Onto the sift of the bed,
Hearts collide,
Souls collide,
An everlasting feeling.
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Superfluously equating the reasons for "why not",
And as the angels doth not romance,
I shall not dance,
An preposterously appropriate cheer dances with the wind,
Because.......
......It understands the value of the humor.
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Oh the ways,
This direction, that,
Numbers, letters, mathematical, scientific, logical configurations,’
Control.
. . . Of what was, what is, what is going to be,
Two ears, two eyes, full embodiment, all attachments regarded,
But to look beyond,
Within.
Heart and mind mingle,
Sensations, feelings, questions.
Knowing, intuitions, spirituality, freedom,
That, there, lies true synchrony with the great spirit, true wisdom!
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Ethereal Whispers permeate
the layers of the flower
of the petal
of the seed
of it's universe.
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A woman, she lives up on high,
Her castle is also very high,
She roams to her lookout and waits.
Her light is shining bright,
Her porch light that is,
It shines oh so bright, as she watches and waits.
She waits . . . . . . . . .
And waits . . . . . . . . .
And waits . . . . . . . . . .
She tires so; she’s taxed from sitting at the highest and waiting,
She wonders, this castle, is no good, offers no energy, no value,
It’s just plain and black, with the only shining entity her porch light,
She pushes herself up, walks down from her highest,
And walks out from that large, exquisite, beautiful, lonely castle,
She takes off these uncomfortable shoes,
And walks barefoot off from the stone path onto the grass,
She breathes in the fresh, natural air of new,
Turns around and sees only outside lights, yet darkness inside,
She suddenly looks forward again,
And with a smile continues to walk forward,
As she beams with the most beautifully luminous glow.
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