Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Mystic musings
Rhythmic songs swirl in misty fog
And mingle with the scent of night
To disturb my mystic musings.
Heart unchained filled with joy
Pulsates
With the rhythm of the dark.
Sparkles of light flit
In the surrounding forest
To illuminate my ponderings.
Whoo sings in the inky skies
A feathered predator swoops
To feast on thoughts
Of past painful sorrows.
The universe dances
With joyful feelings
My spirit spirals into
Blissful dreams
Of all my loves.
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2 comments:
When lurid ideas synchronize with societal machinations, we rejoice in magical meditative meanderings. Only the celestial beings behold our psychic growth and revel in our postulated awareness. Our innermost selves render new ways of being and we live on the highest plane. :-)
Very well said.
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