Breathe me in the wind and let the story flow-
A Pneuma in spirit, stoic galen feels our show
What vital force moves thru a body full of life
Airs coalesce, an animate enters us like a knife
Leaves in a quiet flow, shapes I keep you here,
Carries me in a presence aware of you appear,
Invisible yet essential ruach spiritus in a mean
Exchange the words in us as white fields glean
A leap of faith necessary in its on way it listeth,
Desire sound it comes & goes where it wisheth
Arrive in me--suddenly-a room in us is livable
Brush against me beauty in a way a forgivable,
Without you, empty inside, drawn to quiet are
Swishes in the squishes spirits that play Navar,
The air of a moment softens around you sweet,
When will the world allow a fate in us to meet.
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Breathe me in the wind and let the story flow-
A Pneuma in spirit, stoic galen feels our show
What vital force moves thru a body full of life
Airs coalesce, an animate enters us like a knife
Leaves in a quiet flow, shapes I keep you here,
Carries me in a presence aware of you appear,
Invisible yet essential ruach spiritus in a mean
Exchange the words in us as white fields glean
A leap of faith necessary in its on way it listeth,
Desire sound it comes & goes where it wisheth
Arrive in me--suddenly-a room in us is livable
Brush against me beauty in a way a forgivable,
Without you, empty inside, drawn to quiet are
Swishes in the squishes spirits that play Navar,
The air of a moment softens around you sweet,
When will the world allow a fate in us to meet.
We often don't acknowledge the pneuma of her way as she flows in spirit with us, shapes us in a gray, or that moment when the windy gap blows us thru a mountain pass, so holy in her passing, beauty in a shadow that makes me wonder every day.
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