It rains and it pours,
The storm has pushed forth
the froth of tranquility
with the biting stings of realism.
I tip my hat to this fortunate act,
I have seen this Outbreak and I have
moved through the storm with such grace
as to feel your warmth on my face.
Glistening crystals of light falling in the morning dew,
of a new dawn,
a new day, a renewed begining.
We face endless surprises too vibrant to keep hidden,
as the clouds dissapates into nothing-ness,
the sun swallows the clear blue Beyond and
creates a something-ness to be remembered,
cherished...
... Adored.
As our faces ,
hearts, life moves in unison towards a new era of growth,
we continue to charge forward int the great territory
in which we can deliver bountiful barrels of choice
to another new, yearning few.
we smile as life literally passes us by, then comes back around
to hold our hands and lifts us off the ground.
Our dreams are not met with inquiries into why, but
with the wakefullness of Truth: It's ultimate agenda.
A change of pace, the slowing of the beating of hearts,
the racing of the pulse,
the look in the eyes as the kiss plants the seeds
of the blooming of love...