Incredible freedom
Sometimes, I need the implausible quietude
of a soul adrift:
In the space, nameless, unrestricted, of unutterable
thoughts sharing faceless empathies; of answers
unwritten to questions unread; and of fingertip touches
like unintentional, elemental revelations to the blind;
In a body; like newborn, spring leaves, holding
the secret of unpainted autumnal hues and of the aim
of aimless, rustled steps; or like a fruit, unaware
of defining textures or flavours, and whether it ripens
close to the ground, on a shrub, or to the sky, on a tree;
In its own and only certain uncertainty, beyond it all;
and, after all, incredibly free…
-- © Copyright 2008 by Alexandra* ~ OneLight*® - All rights reserved
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Regis
Edwin
Love,
Sage
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Georg
Such a pregnant phrase! And you brought its promise to bountiful fruition with the elegant exposition that follows. A joy to read, absorb and hold close.
Love and warmest of {{{{hugs}}}},
Leland
Mary
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Fee
the secret of unpainted autumnal hues" - beautiful thoughts emanating from one who hasn't completely forgotten her Origin, who can still feel the Magic and Mystery stir from within. Lovely!