Stories of the heart

It was a playful and fruitful season,
joyous in its incubation, and windfall

of encouraging gestures. Silently
observant and obedient in nature,

like the ocean rising in elevation.
Never giving you anything to prey

or to nudge at attention. Seemingly,
cryptic, quiet with the motion of the

waves. Supple like the dolphins
crashing through the sunrise,

and providing you with
the lumination of spiritual awakening,

made the introduction, suave
in nature, as one revel

with the incantation of illumination.
One exulted as one emerged in the,

vibrant celebration of the sun
that signaled in one’s direction.

It was poetic divination with
a blissful journey of never

returning back to the old and squalid,
but rejoicing in the tranquil and the abundant.

So, as the season ends and turns over a new leaf,
one quietly leaves with ease.

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