In Fullness....4

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And when it's time
to work
I trust myself
in the sinews of
my muscles
and my strong legs
that hold up
the lovely edifice
of my body
and let work shape
my being
in all its turns
and twists
unmindful of the 
surroundings
whether bleak or black
or blooming and booming.
Spirit is the breath of life
and to live on and to move on
is its purpose.

Freshness...2

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Freshness of dew
in the freshness of morning
just when flowers bloom afresh
draws me in
the freshness of my skin
and the freshness of my whole
being
as it leaps to envelope
the whole universe around me
until only the 
freshness 
remains. 

In fullness of time...

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I have been waiting
not giving up
determined to make it happen
in fullness of time.
I wonder at times
if it is worth the wait.
Why not fling myself
at the altar of sacrifice?
But for everything there's time
that's what life has taught me.
So I wait for the fruit to ripen
the song to play
the dark clouds to carry the rain
and for the dawn to break.
So I will wait and
life will bloom
in fullness of time.

It's unreal

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It's unreal
it's a dream or a fantasy
to be all by yourself
in all the glory
of nature within
and without
with flowers in bloom
inside and out
trees soaring to the skies
and roots going to the core
and I am too
waiting
to bloom
and soar
and dive
all at the same time...
It's so real to be feeling
the breeze on your naked limbs
it's so unreal and a dream....