UPLIFTING

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The field open
The ground covered
Bushes vying with each other
to catch every bit of sunshine
My soul listens to the song
being played in my veins
as my mind soars over
the spirit to paint
the skies with
colours of the unseen.

Fair Trails 6

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When things brighten up
it's a sign for me
to get ready
to venture out
and seek newer horizons.
There is an inner glow 
to things
which I can feel
in the flow of the current.
Even when down
in the dumps
I stay tuned to the hum
that goes on 
in the wires
that connect 
all of us: you, me and the birds
of migration.

Fruition.

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There's a quiet joy
when things come to 
fruition,
for I never know
if things that I cared
for and nurtured
will bear fruit.
It could be the weather
or the pests
or the birds
or simply the tiny little
germs and insects
who would claim their
share of Nature's bounty.
The fruit that is ripe and
bright is a sheer joy
to watch before the
juicy bits turn
your insides 
into a song.
The seed grew well
and Nature blew well
and your hands were a help
and of course the Sun god
kept smiling to see 
the fruit come to 
the full shape.
It's a miracle 
that happens every day,
but no less for it!

The building

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I love the way
they build the old-fashioned way
brick by brick
frame by frame
everything put
by loving hands
the rough made
smooth by touch,
the sensuality
of the burnt brick
and the polished wood
and one day it all will
be transformed
into a lovely
space that will 
give warmth
to the loved ones,
unknown to them the
way it was built.
Cell by cell I live
that love showered
once upon a time.

Fair Trails 5

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No longer mine
I am and
nothing mine
remains any more.
I have given myself
over to the light
the breeze
the blades
the trees and
the forest.
They may do
what they will
I want to scatter
myself as a 
fragrance
floating
wafting
and drifting if you
like.
Merge when I will
you will see
a star 
shooting up
from the earth 
into the skies
infinite.

Sheerness

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It's the sheerness
that captivates me
inside out.
The sheer rock
with its sheer fall
is so sheer in
its pull.
The sheerness of
the crevice
so mysterious
and enchanting.
The sheer breeze
on my sheer body
sends tingles
down the spine
and the front
right into
the seat
of all creation.
It's the sheer joy
of uniting with
the elements
without
anything in the way.

Fair Trails 4

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Fill me inside out
O Golden Light
and devour all
the impurities
I carried as I dealt
with every thrust
made by the hunger
thirst and 
lust for power
that the weak always
have and proclaim as 
sign of masculinity.
I know not whence
you come but I do
know whereto you go.
Now everything is bathed
in you O divine light
even the green of the grass
smiles as it turns golden.
I chose to shed all my fears
and tears and bared myself
to you so that every trace 
of power and pelf was
washed away.  And
here I am ready now
to live by that light alone
which shone from above
to show the way.

Fair Trails 3

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I am bowled over
by the space
there is for
the tiniest of
flowers.
Their beauty
infinite
fills up
their existence
momentary.
Like love
that expands
mind infinitely
but just for 
a moment.
And in that moment
are all the seeds
sown
of creation.
I am overcome
by that ecstatic joy
of union
just as the flowers
look at me
so lovingly.

Fair Trails 2

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How I love
these swaying
blades of overgrown
grass, lightly 
caressing my bare
flesh!
All my senses
wake up to their
ephemeral
existence, all serving
to sustain
life in its tiniest and
gigantic forms.
I am the atom 
and unfathomable sky
and the infinite
possibilities of
life.

Fair Trails 1

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Dried bark and
juice within,
freshness of flesh
and dry spirits,
but hope never
dries up.
Freshness floats
and dances
at times
as forests
bring forth
life in myriad 
forms.
Look there
the bird flew 
into the bush
to feast on
insects unseen.

Wondering

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In the dull, cloudy
stillness
rises a silent call
from inside of me.
Go out and embrace
the coldness
and the quiet
silently.
Not expecting
warmth
I wonder
if I should soak
instead
in the silences
that reside
in the eternal void.