the flowers speak to me…

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

the love
we feel within…


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Caress

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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.

And, then?

At destinies chance,
we glance back
and thank
the helping hand
guiding us,
just like all the rest.

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Run

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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.

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