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Aria Mundt Mar 2017
May life on this earth carry you on its wings through its storm,
May it let you drift on its gentle breeze,
May it nurture you like a mother her child,
May it caress you like a lover holds another,
May it open your eyes to the beauty that is all around,
May it fulfil you, spreading through your body like the warm glow of the sun,
May it be yours, your adventure, your journey of freedom and unforgettable beauty,
May it let you grow, give you roots and allow you to fly,
May it show you how to dance in the rain and swim in the deepest Ocean,
May it let your heart find unconditional love, within itself, within another,
May it give you pure bliss, peaceful moments and an endless song of laugher,
May it be the journey that leaves the most colourful tattoos on your soul.
Aria Mundt Feb 2017
Every time the wind blows I can hear it calling to me.
Telling me of the wilderness that it holds and the adventures that it promises.
Every time  the Wind blows I can feel it tugging at my free soul urging me to be truthful.
Every time the wind blows I can smell the wild ocean that lays just beyond.
Every time the winds blows I can hear the song that it sings to me, and the laughter of it's never ending joy.
Every time the wind blows, a butterfly flutters past my face, whispering, it's time.
Aria Mundt Feb 2017
A day, an hour, this moment.
Nothing is ever the same as it was, nothing will never be the same again.
As the wind blows through the trees, whistling gently, you are swaying with the energy of change.
Evolution is the ticking of time, the seconds as they rhythmically and faithful carry on, no matter what.
As the sun rises, a new day begins, as it sets, it leaves the promise of tomorrow laying softly on your pillow.
Your soul knows the song the world is singing, humming along quietly, even if you cannot hear.
I have seen your fear, but you have no reason to be afraid. You are a second of time that will keep on ticking. You are the wind in the trees, the sun on your pillow.
your soul knows.
Aria Mundt Feb 2017
"And so ...." said the moon to the sun "I need you just as you need me and yet we can never be together for long.
Sometimes in those early mornings, where you rise before I go to sleep I am lucky enough to get a glimpse of your beauty and the way you shine your light.
I always dream of staying, of being with you side by side but even though your beauty is magnificent, I can only exist in its shadows.
I sleep while you shine and while I shine you sleep and when the time comes for you to say goodnight, as the horizon turns from yellow to orange to red and purple you exit the day just as majestically as you entered.
It is my turn now to glow and light up this world, in the way that I know how.
You and me, we are needed" said the moon to the sun as he watched her with wonder and love and the knowledge that one could not exist without the other.

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