Kite-suspended thoughts,
like motes of latent stardust,
rise up,
powered by the sun;
in the light,
they make their own breeze
and expansive bloom,
spiraling toward
worlds unknown,
unimagined.
like motes of latent stardust,
rise up,
powered by the sun;
in the light,
they make their own breeze
and expansive bloom,
spiraling toward
worlds unknown,
unimagined.
Purest and simplest
Mind,
floating,
soaring
to join
possibility
in its timeless
dance.
Mind,
floating,
soaring
to join
possibility
in its timeless
dance.
Elisabeth T. Eliassen © 2010
Look at you, being all bloggy! Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteWell, this is an experiment. I don't know if it is something I can keep up with.
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