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So far. . . Seeking a future turn A new flow to hold A slow trip to Plum Village To slow my candle burn Slowly sip upon your gaze Gently slip into your fold. So far . . . I missed your knock on my door. I lost your visit but heard your curse. Your shine and balance seems lost and spent. Stopping by to share and vent. You knocked to verse. To seek a new dance. Take another chance. To hold your arch above the maple floor. So far . . . N still dreams. Still dreams in LaLa Land. She holds sway her shine. A shine that melts everyman. I'm still glad you're here. In this life, in this space. Frankl and Rumi lie so still. They still smile at your subtle grace. N It's time re-enter from afar. Time to visit Cap d'Antibes and taste the star. Sip it slowly to bring it near. It lives within to fulfill. So far . . My hamartia still churns my curse. It flickers with ease to burn deep scars. As it drips these words to script my verse. Yet I hold my core tight. For its moment to be. Still seeks it might. So far... It seems true that a mindful universe Seeks its purpose It shifts and sways To light my gaze. Gifting sweet grace To live my verse.
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Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 11:52 AM UTC
So far
So far. . . Seeking a future turn A new flow to hold A slow trip to Plum Village To slow my candle burn Slowly sip upon your gaze Gently slip into your fold. So far . . . I missed your knock on my door. I lost your visit but heard your curse. Your shine and balance seems lost and spent. Stopping by to share and vent. You knocked to verse. To seek a new dance. Take another chance. To hold your arch above the maple floor. So far . . . N still dreams. Still dreams in LaLa Land. She holds sway her shine. A shine that melts everyman. I'm still glad you're here. In this life, in this space. Frankl and Rumi lie so still. They still smile at your subtle grace. N It's time re-enter from afar. Time to visit Cap d'Antibes and taste the star. Sip it slowly to bring it near. It lives within to fulfill. So far . . My hamartia still churns my curse. It flickers with ease to burn deep scars. As it drips these words to script my verse. Yet I hold my core tight. For its moment to be. Still seeks it might. So far... It seems true that a mindful universe Seeks its purpose It shifts and sways To light my gaze. Gifting sweet grace To live my verse.
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60/M/American
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 11:52 AM UTC
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