the flowers speak to me, through the trees, as
they caress the wind so lovingly, and offer us a glimpse of what love could be…
nature advances past circumstance,
a human mind, relegated to the back
beyond chance, and
destinies untoward advance of a love
talked about for ages,
lived by sages, and ordinary folks of all stages…
just like you and me, whispering through
the trees, past the winds, and to the flowers kin, relating
we feel within…
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Transfigured and transformed like a star that’s met its last act of resistance, and takes the final curtain call.
We move through the world with hopes and desires, fed by the gravity of tomorrow.
Pulled into it, we dance alongside the wheel of time, as it turns, and witness a mirage and a beauty, which is one of a kind.
A simple caress from the morrow, beckons us with a will borrowed and called forth upon its own sorrow.
At destinies chance, we glance back and thank the helping hand guiding us, just like all the rest.
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You’re me, So please let it be As it is all relative, So why try to flee
From that which you see A mirrored reflection No matter the direction You take, or upon
Which road your fate may lay
It depends not on the fray Or the delay which you see, Only on the scene, which will Play out as a matter of destiny
Hidden And yet it’s view plain For all to see
A matter of course And miracle to most, so Celebrate each moment With a true sense of devotion
For the Host, and
Run if you must, yet Know that when you run, You are never alone, As you are a miracle born
With a purpose all your own
Have a lovely weekend, everyone.