A reflection of spirit
warm benevolent embraces
flood my being
until at once
I am sprung full of holes
sprouting translucent
pools of love.
Never ashamed
timid or bothered
by this outpouring.
It is the purest and finest who care
in all these pursuits and endeavors
reaping the cascading benefits
of putting someone else
graciously above yourself.
Coming out of the circle
reaching the clouds
feeling full amidst the crowds
peaceful, gaiety, light
insightfully humble and happy.
I have been in flight
and heard the capacious call
of the mourning dove.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC
A reflection of spirit
warm benevolent embraces
flood my being
until at once
I am sprung full of holes
sprouting translucent
pools of love.
Never ashamed
timid or bothered
by this outpouring.
It is the purest and finest who care
in all these pursuits and endeavors
reaping the cascading benefits
of putting someone else
graciously above yourself.
Coming out of the circle
reaching the clouds
feeling full amidst the crowds
peaceful, gaiety, light
insightfully humble and happy.
I have been in flight
and heard the capacious call
of the mourning dove.
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