Under the gazebo. Whispering didn’t you knows…
Out the window, away for lunch. Gone fishing. Love sync.
Laughing in the groves shared between. Lost in the trees.
Nothing much, and how about you’s, leading into heartfelt me toos.
Integrating, integrity building, until I see clearly. You, and me are the same thing.
Two peas in a pod me, and my god, living in a skin suit, playing to the hands we came in with.
A side favored side never needed, when all sides will do. You are on mine, and I on yours and we on each.
Life, you love me, and I love you, for everything you’ve been to me.
I understand some things bend, while others transcend. A rubber band.
Man. What a sink we are swimming in. Across it I skip.
Smooth rocks reflect best over certain surfaces, views that rock my socks off.
No knock offs, the soft one incoming is the one I let in.
Surface talk, no shock, as spirits commune through everything sharing energy.
I dance over the face shared between, a silver string, a gold fusion making me stronger.
With each toss. Casting ripples and waves in my wake with each advance.
A chance taken to renew my being, to feed me through the extension.
Groundbreakers assist me, energies beyond my current reach, nurture and tend to my needs.
A final test for them maybe, to see if they can handle the shrew, embrace the wildling.
Full to over spilling, potential unleashed energy becoming in the space between,
moving with purpose, since no place has been found to rest my head.
Foxes have their dens, hens, their nest… But this little strangling, a tumbleweed tossed to the wind.
A wildling, a wild thing growing free, like me, no matter what finds me, becoming.
No such thing as chance, only advancement. Acceptance, release; reblooming a new being.
Always forward holding double meaning. The truth of the matter is,
that patterns show consistency in something, what it is, is up to life to reveal to me.
I’m open to the best outcomes arising, aware free will is a thing, won’t find me imposing on others my dreams, maybe they will only be visible to me, but I see the vision so clearly, it’s clear to me, anything less coming into existence, is slighting the artist in love with the architect in me. I close my eye and imagine all things finding harmony in each their own dream. Let them see, they are never alone, and so we come together in symphony. A similar goal in each. To live, to grow, to be filled with beauty, and sow, I might plant beautiful things, bloom into blossoms and fruit free for the taking.
I surrender my best as an offering to the rest, a moment of silence asking that everyone get a piece of the peace I am feeling. A dose of medicine different than what has been. Keep me balanced in the equation given. I chose to live abundantly and turn on. I seize the opportunity to do whatever is possible to me, new dreams unfolding in beautiful abundance.
No separation between me and the versions of myself I am craving. I receive. Sketch our love story in the night sky, send me love letters through the sands of time, to take me into our shared space, outside of time, sanctuary claimed, outside of the spaces projected to defeat me. I see only the dawn of a new day, and sink into perfect sleep until again I can see the path beneath my feet. Dance with me. Let me dance on your feet while I’m resting. Take me to see the most wondrous scenes. Following the ebb and flow wherever it might go. I follow the lifeline in me, taking me home, until home is wherever I go.