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 2

semkaaa641.photosight.ru

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.

I love those...

betz.photosight.ru

I love those woods
where existence mingles with both
fall and spring,
growth rustles with the breeze
and the straight stands guard
to the curved.
I love those curves
which have a movement of
their own,
a smoothness that comes
from love of living and
a flight of imagination
that holds immensity
in its grip.
I love those curves....