High thoughts higher dreams, elevation. The physical plane can’t clip my wings. My flower a gift to life infinitely expanding, exploring, floating along my thought streams. Nectar, so sweet rare taste of magic… Trying to imagine the whole of life at its core bends the mind almost achingly a brute force majeure: hurts so good, …
A sage soul once said When you hit rock bottom,there’s nowhere left to go but upand up. I always envisioned this asdiving feet first into the ocean;Maybe the deep end ofa pool – never fully do I reach the bottom;Even as gravity tugsand despite its insistenceI’m already buoying back to the surface… A question: Did …
I listen to music that arouses my curiosity of how a song would feel on my skin and how your frequency is often the muse to my soul. I think your touch is my favorite song, probably.
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
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