#adventofamillionforevers
#D Vanlandingham
*ah, this rolling this flowing////
are we all not the same when the sun sets sail..
when the tides, no longer take out, but brings in--
arms at sides, all?
Who steals from who, then at that time
when the music within the dance
mesmerizes all.. and there is no longer place
for dissention.. or strive, for gain?
Everything becomes seen,
when there is nowhere left to hide
and with the full removal of judgment
there is only light inside
(but it has to be wanted, more than the sin,
of holding on)
where then is there shadow
when all that blocks, has up and gone..
the sun-filled sails that bring us home
on tall ships we each, on--
main.. fore, and mizzen; staunchly-braced
amidst an in-the-face-of-death, laugh..
shrouds, proudly tight causing
the most beautiful of harmonics,
from fore boom.. through jib, to gaff--
A war-less armada, this stunning fleet of peace
sailing together, upriver.. through the jungle//
and into the magical advent...
into the beautiful world, of full release.*
#
Dec 28, 2020
Dec 28, 2020 at 9:30 PM UTC