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A running of my mind in a still scene. Wishing I was vice versa. |
I'll take a walk to still my mind A confliction of the coolest kind The body jiving, undulating The mind moves into meditating Trances dancing through the toes through the fingers through the nose with every breath let in and out don't doubt me on the presence of this living essence pushing me cushioning me picking me up and laying me down A passion that is driving me A dream that is surviving me despite my woken self in spite of fears I've failed to quell I'm alive! The sparkling emerald gems in trees flutterby like butterflies in the breeze and remind me how precious beauty is Blooms in young Spring Until Summer brings the calm of the heat when we all have a seat and wait for the ripening of Fall and as we cool down and the emeralds go brown Amber gems that relinquish themselves to the ground Then hush... Hush in the darkness, in the time of the Crone The tree loses leaves the bush loses lush and the bones of the kingdom are bared the greens and blues, give way to the hues of an aged mountain's snowy white hair So I'll be sleeping, and be dreaming slowing down my breath by the hearth until the fever begins, I need to get outside again I'll go for a walk in the Spring. |