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Seeing faces sculpt in clouds
Wind script written in Braille
Sung by the trees and earth
crashing waves on rocky seashores
with blue skies looking back out to us
as if kindred spirits seeing sparks of recognition in life
...beyond walking the tightrope of the flesh covered boundaries of our minds
a more closely balanced sense of being with fine points of reflection
turning cartwheels towards us like the sparkling sunlight
leaping towards us like sails of waves whipped to a frenzy
White capped legions in motion
Spread across the waters surface
During the momentary glimpse of eternity
With emotions we might have all once shared
As our souls passion achieves ignition
...we become balanced from within
Even if, one heartbeat at a time...
Synchronized by nature's empathic pulse
Being bathed continually by celestial light
Awakening something at our core
An essential rhythm of life
Once more finding ourselves like birds
Making ritual migrations
Finding comfort in one another's company
While reaching optimum organizational efficiency
Harboring our discrete beliefs without malice
In naturalistic harmonious formations
Hovering in sustained flight
ripples in effect teasing us onward...
Our songs giving us reassurances
Being expressed by concentric inversions
Becoming wound ever more tightly
Within the ever closing circles
playing in hidden places
Gradually revealing
The simple truths
...believing our eyes
our minds pouring freely within
Overflowing with forgotten memories
We have saved among us
pleased to have another time
To be free to dance
...within the light
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