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The sky was a cornflower and the trees heavy                   with birdsong air fragrant with freshness cooling the silk of my bare heat rising from my skin in shades of tropical               morning pond oasis of damp promise teeming with life            under surface mini color-popped creatures humming with        fluorescent vitality fronds reaching out in an aquatic dance nourishing the gateway to inner organs   with sweet            vitamin love as a trip of            buzzing, faintly heard opens into my brainwave revitalizing     cleaning out toxicity pushing out words that lower                        self-worth bringing up subconscious potions of power harmonious with the new, embryonic fluid of clear                   reaching deep into corners of           brittle heartdust And my lotus soul opens             a small glowing orb expanding in  polychrome prisms                 to the glory of aurora-tipped streaks            as straight into my aching heart        the quenching dawn                                       speaks My thirst slaked by nature's mantra, I now stand waist-deep into grounded             and heavenly clarity, feeling water lilies bloom between my thighs as I take the occasion to pick up the pieces                   where my soul left off and despite all odds,               arise
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 12:04 AM UTC
lotus soul opens
The sky was a cornflower and the trees heavy                   with birdsong air fragrant with freshness cooling the silk of my bare heat rising from my skin in shades of tropical               morning pond oasis of damp promise teeming with life            under surface mini color-popped creatures humming with        fluorescent vitality fronds reaching out in an aquatic dance nourishing the gateway to inner organs   with sweet            vitamin love as a trip of            buzzing, faintly heard opens into my brainwave revitalizing     cleaning out toxicity pushing out words that lower                        self-worth bringing up subconscious potions of power harmonious with the new, embryonic fluid of clear                   reaching deep into corners of           brittle heartdust And my lotus soul opens             a small glowing orb expanding in  polychrome prisms                 to the glory of aurora-tipped streaks            as straight into my aching heart        the quenching dawn                                       speaks My thirst slaked by nature's mantra, I now stand waist-deep into grounded             and heavenly clarity, feeling water lilies bloom between my thighs as I take the occasion to pick up the pieces                   where my soul left off and despite all odds,               arise
Inspired by a stunning morning walk and an excellent, strengthening day yesterday Ahhhh..this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IAvHjoLxxh8
lora-lee
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 12:04 AM UTC
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