Thursday, April 9, 2015

Real


Real

Where do I begin—
And where do I end?
The flowers that once
Grew beneath the apple tree
Now blossom beyond my fingertips,
Extending into the reaches of natural
Lands I tread on each day.

The lines of myself blur as
I sink back into the Earth below,
Where the electric light of each
Living being flows past me,
Condensing in my chest, and expanding
Out with the influence of love,
And I fall into the limitless glow.
A pattern forms all around
Dancing with the beating of a million
Hearts.

Beyond expression the mind elevates
Into another plane, another view
Of Life.
Where do I begin—
And where do I end
When my lines fail to form,

And I am dispersed into the night.

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