Outside; the glory of light,
Bathed in the radiant energy of the sun,
Eyes closed, relishing the warmth,
It’s all that can be relinquished,
A sort of purity,
Transcend.
The air whistles by,
Wafts of warmth from a loving heart,
Eterntia; over time… Beyond time.
And these leaves drift upon the wind,
Like a flutter in the sky,
A disassociation, from a bond,
And flying away, on the whims of nature.
And the breeze is a whisper,
From a distant source,
Bathing my mind, enveloped in perpetual epiphany,
Thought… is pure
Thought … is love.
Breaking free, of all bonds,
Transcending all dreams,
Farther up, Farther in.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
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