The air swept
swept it all
away
Like a
breeze
at night
Cascading
underneath
the secrets
of the earth
Soul soothing
and profusely
smiling
As the scent
captured the
rapture of
the night
It took a
moment
to remember
it was
nostalgic
of yesterday
As the
body and
spirit
massaged
it way back
to life
It was
swelling
with
the yearning
of peace
The heartbeat
touched the
mind that
needed
tranquility
As quiet
like the
morning dew
Left one
with the
remembrance
of the embryo that
started it all
A balancing
act but surely
is the testament
to the truth
that some
would deny
Just like
the sycamore
tree, it never
forgets, but
collects it
all
A resemblance
of the tree
of life
That captures
the arteries
and veins
that flow
like the
ocean–
Always
connecting
and nudging
to take time
to rest and
remember
the power
of letting go
An activator
of change
and metamorphosing
into the design
of God within
In absolute
awe of the
beauty of
change like
the turning
of the seasons
Whimsical like
the sun rising
earlier and
resting later
As the spring
leaps into the
sphere
Let it be
the beginning
of the daybreak
in one’s mind, body
spirit and soul–
Enchanted by
its mystery
but savoring
the whispers
of the night
for tales of
the spirits
that hold
the key–
Let it
be a sign
of saying
it is okay–
Tomorrow
is the beginning
of something
wonderfully peaceful,
healing and abundantly
enriching-
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