lick the dream from your fingertips
close your eyes, see the impossible
tune out the everyday and listen
to the whispers within your Self
smell deeply the fragrance of
the not yet revealed red rose
do these things and reinvent that
which has become your burdens
weighing down each and every step
you stumble thru blindly without direction
as though you were being pulled by
a force larger than your own being
without regard to your own potential
you are your own universe, your soul
the sun, where all dreams and hopes
revolve around at a pace of your beat
so you can fully comprehend the meaning
of the gift of existence which you were given
this one moment, this one space, to become
one with all in the infinite mystery of oneness
((shhhh... moon in pisces... hear the silence within))
cecil
17.Mayo.09
Picture of the Week:

photo: cecil (la union, new mexico)
one gate
two sides
each promising
adventure
beyond
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