When the ocean wave strikes against the beaches in the fullmoon,
All of it's essence shattered to molecules into the thin air,
And our pores drink from it's mother nature's ether!
It's this resonation of nurture breathe fire within our breath,
And sense of moments come into a perfect circle of the celestial.
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 1:53 AM UTC
When the ocean wave strikes against the beaches in the fullmoon,
All of it's essence shattered to molecules into the thin air,
And our pores drink from it's mother nature's ether!
It's this resonation of nurture breathe fire within our breath,
And sense of moments come into a perfect circle of the celestial.
I think of Gaia, Terra, mother nature as one,
Because I see her unconditional love is present by living,
And we are the active witness as we participate in our daily lives.
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