Sunday, February 8, 2009

A season of transition 2/8/09 12:25 PM

Sit for a moment,a moment where matter has no meaning.
Feet above your heart, blood pumping through your legs.
Gardens bursting with ripe fruit, prepared to be planted again.
Maintaining mature actions, dedicated direction.
A painting with the slight resemblance of a smiling face.
Colors surrounding us in all directions.
No restrictions to truly living, blessing a being of beaming beauty.
As the soul unfolds its incredible pedals.
Realizing the everlasting partnership with no pressure.
Only release healing confident exception.
She stretched out the nerve ending till it snapped.
Brought out a feeling of being trapped.
Rapture a pasture of true sensations.
Safety in a secluded bungalow in Belize.
Breathing in the warm compassionate air.
Nonjudgmental acceptance of how different we grow.
Bee keepers with secrets full of pollen.
Driven by an outer force to step in to the future.
Not numb and unnatural but open and source-full.
A force field of passionate assumptions.
To fall in to a formatted pattern.
As the clouds ever changing we float amongst the sky.
Marvelously removing the veil the concealment of protection.
Feeling the emotions of truly knowing you are the change.
Not imposing on your own opinion.
But taking the time to honestly listen.
Who could have placed these drawings on the wall.
What is there that provides these rivets we share.
Holding on to another for the fear of being alone.
So many unknowingly knock on a door that’s empty.
Well the room of course.
The fascination with the growth and course, the minuscule fragments.
Rapid reunions recollecting locked away dreams.
Fascinations that have been considered taboo.
Thoughts so natural to the love we once knew.
Unable to be purchased.
Traded by a merchant raised by the mercy of my mothers miracle.
Mercury sun of Taurus.