Seeds of potential Lie dormant in the soil of Soul Breathing the vacuum Surrounding all Light and air Spiral above Arrows of life Targeting growth A beating heart’s The sun they orbit along Layer upon layer They extend far and beyond Blooms of dreams Colored by Source Whispering Grow, grow, grow.. April 16th, 2023
Invisible wriggling doddles the scene Subtle shifts on the level of the unseen From the frost-crusted stillness Early stirrings draw Up and Down Oh! Earth writes poetry and wears the crown Light and Dark call a truce Disputes set down roots Ice monsters perish Under the blade of Determination The bitter cold of winter Surrenders
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Once and again I remembered to be myself To open up Reveal the holes Building up Deep in my soul What makes me whole What craves control The lifeless hope That shall turn gold Once and again I redeemed the I The dreams of lands Where freedom expands The working hands Following demands Dressed in
If the senses make any sense I’d rather dwell On earthy smells Grass soaked by rain A fireplace Jazmine, lavender, so many of them If senses make any sense Cinnamon is the taste In sugary blend on bread and cake It senses make any sense The touch of clay taking shape on molding hands warm
Looking the mirror what do you see? Ghostly desires Standing still Grayish light Subduing reliefs Looking at the mirror What do you see? History engraves A design of its own Intanglio of wonder Struggles and love Looking at the mirror What do you see? Power in felt Gentle yet firm Thoughts hauled up Swirled on