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. 

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.

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....

Much to ponder..

geneoryx.photosight.ru

Much went by
and much gone through.
I know much to yet
come and fill me up
and fly me high.
It all blossoms and
in good time fade too.
But I uncover
layers to reveal
that throbbing life energy
and that is much to
ponder for a life time.

The clouds are a-calling

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What is this now
that I chose to abandon
the trodden path?
Flowers bloom by 
the wayside 
beckoning me 
to blossom
and the clouds
come a-calling
to invite me
to paint the sky
with colours of 
my unfading dreams.