After hours and hours of waiting
in silence
a glimse, a sight, a breeze
takes me in
closer
to where we could be
if we just try a litlle bit harder...
It takes me to the mountain tops
to the Kingdom of the Snow Queen,
to the green fields
untouched by a human foot,
to the debth of the Oceans
where blue dives with indefinite
It takes me to the centre of myself and Universe
to the Nectar
that is sweeter than sweetest
fruit - on Earth
that flows
that heals
that IS
Thursday, January 12, 2006
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2 comments:
True! Woodland flowers wake up with the birds song, and every morning in adoration of its beauty they release the nectar for the ones who are attentive enough to sense it.
forest prince needs to republish his blog cos it seems to be unaccesible :)
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