You come to me
In Deepest slumber
Teaching
Reaching
Lessons of student and sky
To fly yet grounded
Document lost
Who I am
Nowhere to be found
On the higher plane
Conscious running free
Like clearest mountain stream
Slivers of silver reflected
Through the rushing movement
Emotion like slippery stone
Creating waves
From underneath
Below the surface there lies
A higher horizon of night to day
And caught in the middle
Between light and dark
The stream slips past silently
And in the moment of perfect solitude
The dawn of realization
That this is all
There needs to be
The here
The now
The who I truly am
A part of whole
Yet nothing at all
A speck
A grain
Of sand in time
Streaming form
Of memory.
You’re welcome. π
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The images of water and what lies below….i liked the slippery stone part too…thanks so much Benjamin π
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Thanks so much…thoughts after a half hour commute listening to old Moody blues tunes π
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I love love this one. These lines are some of favorites: “Lessons of student and sky”; “Emotion like slippery stone”.
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Lovely π
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π The bottom of my size 12 back is freezing. Send thermal vests without delay!
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Thank you so much for the reblog π so glad you liked my stream of words π
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Reblogged this on Jane's Musing and commented:
Beautiful words
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Thanks manchester π glad you liked….still chuckling about your blog on sizing clothes…. :).
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This is beautifully dreamy.
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Thanks Kat, flowing with the streams today π
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Gorgeous, Kim. You in your true element. π
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Enjoy! π
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Going to the beach…im a happy clam π
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So many beautiful.. dreamy posts lately π
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