sitting in the open sea
watching the tide rescue the myriad
relations of me
my heart transcends the fibrous moon
as crawling beneath the flowers
I bloom
looking toward another aspect of truth
the fragrance of turmoil and pain still strewn
while glistening in the rain
are you
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grass seed reminds me of
the inevitability
of time
skipping through fields, dusty
and wheat filled
as I grow through the earth’s crust, learning
I’m just enough
of the magic living inside the moon’s cusp
relating to me, another aspect
of the you
I see
it comes to me
while I lean into the garden of being
and transcend the pain I’ve been feeling
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weeds feed
my dreams, in a
cavalcade of screams,
while the
majesty in-between, is
just as it seems
rocking back,
and forth
on the porch,
sitting, and
staring at the dead, it dreams
like another reality
altogether, as
birds fly back,
and forth, mirroring
my actions,
without
the necessary transcendence
of being…
felt, not felt,
smothering
like a fleece blanket
on top of
the history
we’ve shared together
recalled,
less enthralled,
I walk towards you
with love in my
heart, stopped,
attracted, less
retracted,
without a stare,
only ever a deeply felt care,
we’ll always share
experientially,
we transcend harmony and
discord both, Divine
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