embrace your soul
Contributed by
hitarou
on
Monday, 10th April 2006 @ 12:50:37 PM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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One day, our fantasies will rule over our planet, and hold our hopes and dreams, into the cosmos lit by the shining stars, above, below, and around us. We will be the center of the universe, with no fear, no dismay, no denial of the brilliance around us.
We shall not sleep in shame, sleep in sorrow, sleep in solid grief, but sleep in peace, loved harmony, in the floating heavenly warmth of our dreams.
With the smell of roses, daisies, morning glory, and mushrooms in the forest, out of harms way, near the trees, animals, and sun sparkling streams filled with rainbow fish, smooth cold stones, and the hypnotic sound of crystal thin water, running over the rocks.
The leaves crisp with daylight, glowing a shamrock green, leaving the forest floor painted with white, yellow, blue, and green sun, shaded with the cool shade from the wood trunks of the red birch.
Birds chirp above, flying through the sky, wind in there wings, like a shooting star, the feel, the freedom, the atmosphere around the hearts desires, the craving for more of those special moments, when everything seems to be reborn in an instant with a brand new start, like the first raindrop on the dry desert terrain.
The littlest creature of the desert can feel it, in its bones, the start of a new beginning, the end of a finished era, and leads off to start a journey, to find new land, and leave her self behind, and wander wherever her soul desires. Over the hot sand dunes, seems to go on forever, but she wanders in a daze of excitement, in sheer tranquility to get to her destination, where ever her soul may lead her, right to the edge of the ocean. Her journey has now begun.
The spray of water on your face, dampening your hair, cooling you down, only to let the golden rays heat you up again, the sand, each and every grain has a story, a story of fate, of adventure, of joy, and if each and every one were telling its story, the world would sound like a trillion bees.
They work happily, collecting thick amber honey from the universe of flowers that the world has to offer, all in an array of bright, summer colors, in the valleys between the mountains, miles high.
With the blizzard smeared tops, oh so cold, oh so alone, where the wolf lives with her pups, having no care in the world, sliding down the slopes having the most fun.
As of now, that is the cosmos, the fantasy within all of us, our souls are the words that our dreams have to say. Oh so gently, embrace your life.
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