Candor, too kind.
Truth, belligerent
Unfeeling, maligned.
Bubble of air surrounding
Ears, nose, and throat.
Specifications seek wildness
To unfold the disfigured conformist.
Dry land, dusted warm stone
Reverence here, exists
In all the unseen notions
Of nature's unlimited offering.
On couplings of sky and insect
Never known before to the sigh of man.
There is eloquence
In the water, made to pool from rain
The trust in thunderstorms
That lightning may follow to feed the eyes
Craving electric delight.
To roam on plains untouched
Home to weed and wildflower alike
Naked and unknowing
Vulnerable to all, yet oblivious to the wake.
Dawn demands daylight
To waltz the wind without windowpane
To nurture light through dappled patterns
As unnamed artists reap unlimited gain
Basking on plains that exist without time
Or the effort of elbow that seek any gain.
The language here, desist of script
Leaves nothing behind;
No ink exists to define these points
Lit by heavens, above earthly delight
To be born is the benefit of existence
Yet to swim in tides of greed and gain
Limit all points of engagement.
Luster lives on the leaves, as they whisper
Amongst themselves, and the flowers
Love penetrates all thickness
And manner of skin, when backed by volume
Simmering sweetly to yield deep flavor
To emanate warmth, and deep meaning.
To guide sun into pores, filling their pots
Thickly, fully, sweetly.
This is the hand I have chosen
To boldly romance the fiber of my being.
I have widened understanding
In ways, unmatched.
To have opened all ports to freedom
And welcomed growth without expectation.
Partnered to Self.
Satori.
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