Who knows (encore!),
when it's time
to learn one more
vital lesson:
the harder you work -
you get less
on every desire,
when climbing higher
and higher -
so accept your essence,
become the vassal
of the castle,
even if it made
out of icicles.
Warm-up air
with big heart flair,
hot chocolate lips
give you a bliss
while swinging
the pendulum of life,
choose the 'feel right'
detour
of the ride to greatness.
Activate the artistic/healing
archetype in the body,
walk through the gate
with grace,
feel ecstatic,
value the word as the gift
within prayer,
gently do shift -
Universe cares.
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Sunday, January 27, 2013
At the gate
Labels:
Poetry
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