In the flow of things...

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I find myself
at times
in the flow of things
when I let go
my will behind
every twitch 
and every thought
and just stand still
with all smoothness
slowly spreading
through my veins
feeling light
and floating
and allowing 
nature, life and cosmos
to carry me wherever
and however it 
happens to.
There's no wishing
no washing
nothing missing
nothing massing
only floating
and flowing.

Firm but not Final...

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It got dark
and then darker
with no glimmer of light.
I wasn't rattled.
I stood unmoved
taking in the darkness
which slowly turned 
a shade gray.
Some outlines I could
make out
and some spaces.
My guts knew 
I would get out.
I had learnt to trust 
none else.
Every cell in the body
was alive and taut
and the spirit moved 
freely through and in
the veins.
Words turned 
into tunes
and then became
notes
of a clarion

and the call
still reverberates 
in the yonder.

To be a tree...again

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The bark draws 
me with its raw
appeal
its rough exterior
can still turn green
with juices
of life inside.
It stands strong
and yet waves to the distant
thunder
and sways to the 
mighty winds
holding firm
to its deep roots.
There is a poetry
timeless
running through
its veins
and into mine.