Wandering lights
When you start looking out beyond these wandering lights, how do you hold upon yourself? How do you feel this magnitude of grace? Is there this emotion that uplifts your soul? How about the core spirit of yourself?
This remarkable journey everyone sets goals to achieve, how is the first step formed? Is there this reluctance or is there this thrust into time expanding? The rate of the questions unfolding in the mind clearly weighs in the ounces by that of the lifetime of experiences.
In this silent moment of quivering breaths, I ask of you how does the wind blow? Nt daring to wait for an answer the relaxation that eases throughout my soul, settles this calm within. The solitude that follows is remarkable and yet mundane. No grand escapade to explore. Just this joy of one tiny movement.
Indeed the thoughts that shiver deep to my cells, I am recalling just how important one miniscule is. In truth no one holds higher this greatness I am. Nor does the effort become skilled. It is more the factor of all that settles within my mind. This completion that I have. The soothing of coolness.
I never expect anyone to understand the brief exchanges I make but I do so hope that somewhere an inkling of time is set ablaze. It is those moments that I look forward to. I gather only those slivers of hope as my lightning bolt. My allowances of my dreams.
Perhaps my goals, my dreams are unseen or unrecognized by many. THe lasting ripple is that somewhere, one person grasps and desires to cling on. Listening and expanding what they know of me.
Always the gesture of pure kindness. In those times, a sense of immense earthen dust is propelled into fireworks. That is the best sidge of grandness in a kindred.
Then as I lay here, I understand the complicity of life, of me can be unfolded and true understood.
This remarkable journey everyone sets goals to achieve, how is the first step formed? Is there this reluctance or is there this thrust into time expanding? The rate of the questions unfolding in the mind clearly weighs in the ounces by that of the lifetime of experiences.
In this silent moment of quivering breaths, I ask of you how does the wind blow? Nt daring to wait for an answer the relaxation that eases throughout my soul, settles this calm within. The solitude that follows is remarkable and yet mundane. No grand escapade to explore. Just this joy of one tiny movement.
Indeed the thoughts that shiver deep to my cells, I am recalling just how important one miniscule is. In truth no one holds higher this greatness I am. Nor does the effort become skilled. It is more the factor of all that settles within my mind. This completion that I have. The soothing of coolness.
I never expect anyone to understand the brief exchanges I make but I do so hope that somewhere an inkling of time is set ablaze. It is those moments that I look forward to. I gather only those slivers of hope as my lightning bolt. My allowances of my dreams.
Perhaps my goals, my dreams are unseen or unrecognized by many. THe lasting ripple is that somewhere, one person grasps and desires to cling on. Listening and expanding what they know of me.
Always the gesture of pure kindness. In those times, a sense of immense earthen dust is propelled into fireworks. That is the best sidge of grandness in a kindred.
Then as I lay here, I understand the complicity of life, of me can be unfolded and true understood.
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