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Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018
Don't keep your eye so focused
on soaring higher and higher
that you forget the ground

Nurture the soil
See that it stays rich and hale
But most importantly,
stay close to your roots

There is still pleasure and reward
for tending to the small details

As hard as it can be,
as draining, as annoying,
In the end it will sprout and
make your garden all the
more beautiful
There is beauty and energy in finer details when it comes to any craft we hold dear. It's best to do what you love for the soul, the sale comes next.
Too bad few people understand that...
Anyway, I'll be back tomorrow! ^-^
Night, y'all!
Lyn ***
Sabila Siddiqui Apr 2018
Inhale,
love, compassion and kindness.
Inhale,
care, positivity and happiness.
Your soul needs it’s replenishment,
before you exhale it out as others encouragement.
So sow and grow fields of flowers,
flourish, bloom and bathe in the sunlights nourishment.
Then give, give and give.
For what we give,
enriches us as well, from day to day.
Nicole Bataclan Sep 2017
We take a break from work
From life; and fights
People we avoid
People we adore
One and the same
When the head has already left.

Amongst strangers
Widened horizons
On a rooftop somewhere
Playing djembe in the middle of nowhere
Far from everything
Suddenly it hits

Less or more,
Who am I
Without my focal points?

I will be richer
In memories
Come back tanned,
Stuffed and happy
The routine continued just fine
Without me.

Those I avoid
Those I adore
Sitting at work,
My life; and fights
One and the same
Once the heart is back in the apartment.

When we look forward to
Do we leave it all
Wherever we go?

Looking back
Did I not take it all
Wherever I strolled?
A lascivious flavor now in season of moon
together, dot the beach
with this underlying nonchalance
only has belief in destiny
that our harmony such enrapture
now endeavor then enamor
emancipated lure in a gaze redeeming light.
Color
Aaron Mullin Sep 2014
dog ma I

Up the slide
When you start at the top and you slip
When you meet in the middle and you stop and you go for a ride

I am god

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