March 11, 2007

Moist

By writesome

The light filters through and with its company 
I see past this moment.
I see the brillance of a new day.

With stillness as my guide
my body directs me toward my true place
where I will be free and open.

I am not looking for direction, I have it.
I am not looking for hope, I feel it.
I am not looking for peace, it is within me.

The earth feeds us and we give back,
becoming a part of it. We are moist with possibilities.
Love is our water. 

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About writesome

I've been wanting to do this for a while. Now I can type instead of pen scratch in a journal. It's an experiment, but isn't life. I wish you joy and happiness. May life bless you and may you bless life. View all posts by writesome
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