Summers holiday buzz,
A ringing, sleek,bumblebee,spirals and climbs around my head.
pavement.
yard, grass. Forest. A tree.
Singular, and arched out. Bowing towards me with its gut.
Lined, visceral, alive, pulsing.
shattering truth, illusions, deceptions, wit.
My face is bright. It is glowing. Radiant sun piercing through the cloud veil.
I dream a time of no function, no sediment, only pure glory.
Hanging on the precipice of consciousness, humming and stable bells reverberate the music of heart, of love. There is nothing left un-vibrated.
I will find my best adorning the rings, being in the radiance, receiving and replenishing. Continuous renewal forevermore. Actions and thought in my true life to be a soil rich and gritty base to the medium of love.
cresting moments, on the vicious swarming edge of my pain and terror. When the blackness of the sucking roots of mis-fortunous grief sear and reveal hard cancer intertwined in my chest. Still I am in the witness of silent surrender.
Close to me - a call: fragile, small and sugared - cuts a biopsy. My heart is revealed, all sides and chambers ticking, flexing, electrified, tuned.
Low, the soles of my feet are softened in elixir that trickles up through the spinning cylinders of my legs. I breathe. Ring.
High in the colours forming faces of loves here and before, and thereafter. A blessing and crown of white berries for my protection. Peace.
A ringing, sleek,bumblebee,spirals and climbs around my head.
pavement.
yard, grass. Forest. A tree.
Singular, and arched out. Bowing towards me with its gut.
Lined, visceral, alive, pulsing.
shattering truth, illusions, deceptions, wit.
My face is bright. It is glowing. Radiant sun piercing through the cloud veil.
I dream a time of no function, no sediment, only pure glory.
Hanging on the precipice of consciousness, humming and stable bells reverberate the music of heart, of love. There is nothing left un-vibrated.
I will find my best adorning the rings, being in the radiance, receiving and replenishing. Continuous renewal forevermore. Actions and thought in my true life to be a soil rich and gritty base to the medium of love.
cresting moments, on the vicious swarming edge of my pain and terror. When the blackness of the sucking roots of mis-fortunous grief sear and reveal hard cancer intertwined in my chest. Still I am in the witness of silent surrender.
Close to me - a call: fragile, small and sugared - cuts a biopsy. My heart is revealed, all sides and chambers ticking, flexing, electrified, tuned.
Low, the soles of my feet are softened in elixir that trickles up through the spinning cylinders of my legs. I breathe. Ring.
High in the colours forming faces of loves here and before, and thereafter. A blessing and crown of white berries for my protection. Peace.
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