Going deep...1

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Going deep
is a desire
that comes
from the depth
of being
to reach the
bottom of things
and their truth
in the hope
that there
lies true
beauty and
one's salvation
from the drag
of the daily
living.  So
going deep
is a solace
to the dusted
and cleaned
soul of things.

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.