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 Mudra The words are leaving the page Hands are in the air Flower unfolding in sunshine Wind passing through hair. Rain drops are quiet moments alone When they fall on city streets And firework footsteps When they call upon tin roofs. The expression of a simple leaf And the most common hand shake Both beg breath from light And give our glories form. Under an unseen sky That wanders perilously close Are your eyes flashing bright To this subtle song. How many times we’ve danced In th...

Harpstrings halfaway from then and now the note sounds true to resonance. A chance meeting still believing it's not just mere coincidence. I saw your face from out of a mile rang the same bells as yesterday. And what I heard was a bird soaring higher and higher then coming back again. The same song born strong in a fancy for freedom and no long goodbyes Say Hello. Yes Hello.

  I remember forgetting about myself the last time we kissed and wondering what blindness your lips spread light to. Down through a dark passage way many colors appear breathing in space their naked vitality. Being a rose, grass glacial lake eyes of a panther lemon drop excitement, the smoke from wild fire are blue brush fingers reaching to the sky. Oh, how the dance takes it's form in the lazy breath of sleepers spreading over unimpeded expanses through the minds of both of us before ...

  Blue-black feather sky sailing on a darting emotion the moon has stood still before but not this target heart. Felt in the most unusual of ways, ripples of a stone's throw still flow into shadows calls attention to the details of light shining between us. Tree roots are abounding life the path is effortless, dance steps rooted in the space of a moment to the tune of timelessness. There will always be wind in your hair wolves, deer, bears, swift feet down the mountain fire in you belly,...

Black feather sky sailing on a darting emotion the moon has stood still before but not this target heart. Felt in the most unusual of ways, ripples of a stone's throw still flow into shadows, calling attention to the details of light shining between us. Tree roots are abounding in life the path is effortless, dance steps rooted in the space of a moment to the tune of timelessness. There will always be wind in your hair, wolves, deer, bear, hummingbirds, swift feet down the mountain, fire in...