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I can’t
remember
a time
when
I wasn’t
staring
into your
eyes.
 Jun 2019 Di Major
shamamama
if i could pay you in poetry
would you prefer
fiery and feisty
loving and longing
crazy and crafty
scentual and sightful
playful and pranking
guru and gonzo
singing and songing
listening and lightness
softing and sensual
tender and tinder
laughter and limitless
insight and winsight

tell me,
what poetry would you
put in your bank?
On the notion of money in the bank, I wondered if he world would be different if we paid each other in poetry.  What do you think?
Can you answer this question
With a smile on your face?
Can you answer this question
With confidence in place?

In your mirrors of thought
Do you see your belief?
In the pool of your essence
Could you find relief?

Do you pilot your life
Or are commandeered by emotion?
Could you tell me who you are
Through all of the commotion?
Well here we are with an odd little start
Just feeling free flowing from part to part
Don't you just love these moments in time
When the idea of fate just slips from mind

Like all existence fades into one
When all knots and ties just become undone
With sun warmth on face at times of night
Even the darkest of shadows see this light

When your weightless gliding on through space
Even though gravity holds you right in place
Moments stand still but gone in instants
That moment of harmony within existence

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