The Spirit stirs.
Illuminating the darkest of night; she shines.
Bright enough to give Life to the blooming flowers,
But not so bright that we are blind to witness the blooming.
It is a perfect, golden, Sun-like Star.
She shines.
Illuminating the darkest of night; she shines.
Bright enough to give Life to the blooming flowers,
But not so bright that we are blind to witness the blooming.
It is a perfect, golden, Sun-like Star.
She shines.
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Contemplating
Exhaling I see the trouble of my world
Yet still I rise in Supreme Absolute Confidence
So many things that would trouble someone
The money, the struggle, the loneliness
Yet still I dance with gentle power and grace
Inhaling the wonderful world I create
Contemplating
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Walking.
Inhaling I take steps.
Exhaling I move forward.
Gratefully stepping forward.
Walking.
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