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  Feb 2015 NuurSeraph
jeffrey robin
rain

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                              ( child )

awakening from eternal  slumber
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In order to

" go on "

•          •

Cathedral evening

The holy presence of one's own sense  of self

Amid the spinning of the story

Into the violent form

It is in now

••

Soft !       She !

( appearing naked as pure dream ! )

Casting her spell

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                         //
//                          
( is there a price one pays to be in love ? )

Finally

She asks herself

••


Out to the fertile hills

In the sacredness of dawn

••

A new vision of the life that is given

( free of the need to -- steal )

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Soft as the purity of creation itself SHE !

( the only lover still standing )

Walking in the rain

Holding the eternal child

By the hand
  Feb 2015 NuurSeraph
Amitav Radiance
Loosen the strings
Attached to the world
Full of misery and darkness
Unbind the heart
Let free the soul
Unbounded spirit
Soars beyond happiness
Something extraordinary
Boundaries do not hold
Living the essence of free
Felt all over the being
Nothing but free spirited
When you loosen the strings
NuurSeraph Feb 2015
Where my heart has once been broken,
it has always been...
the cracks in the pavement have served well
to place a mirror...

Where my mind has been lost before,
it has been found again...
my thoughts have burst forth with
wildflower, and with seed
they have been sown...

Where before my soul has taken flight,
before this time even,
it has flown...

We are given to know destiny
and with fate we are thrown...

But in every image lies a backdrop
which we have drawn...
known and unknown,
it is ours, in the promise of living...

In this life, we are brought into circumstance,
to prevail...

We are each Warriors,
in every sense of the Way...
We have each chosen to lose and to gain,
Purposefully...

We are Spirit animated for today...
and every day, again and again
We come back...
Always on our Way...
Bless the brave...You know...the Spirit shall always Prevail..
  Feb 2015 NuurSeraph
wordvango
like broken mirrors
reflect
changes
diffused with
spectrums blue
in contact where
the object sits
contact relationships
of localized color
cannot be blue
if the light
illuminating it
is
true....
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