Sweet is this Sharing.

Here I sit upon earth so lovely as mounded hill amongst the veld undulating. Wistful and dreamy grass swaying gently soft sounds of whisper as the wind plays with it's euphonious nature. Butterfly's tunble, dragonfly's dart, wild flower's float luminous and odoriferous. Admist such slendour a simple release, an inner truth of understanding and acceptence if you will, overwhelmes and arrests my biddable contemplation. There nestled in the midst of flora to numerous to name, an old friend beckons; one that I have known of late. The presence of this sincere and gentle flower pauses momentum of illumination and I sit to share a while; in dreams of today. Of breath slow and measured, of time forgotten and past's memory released; I commune in silence of love and loving. And as the light gathers brightly, the sun its apex; dazzlement flows coursing. Through mind and soul, cleansing; healing, loving and sweetly, you whom communicates so blissful so that I to can dream and play softly and return to haven of self. Such is thy way;blessed and of awe. I long to take; pluck this flower, daisy of white light and keep forever it's sense of self, dreaming and sharing. Yet to take such and derive others of such sweet enchantment, would be an affront that I am unable of committing. I know with deep and gentle light that this dream is for others yet I smeil perhaps in dulcet longing, reminicent of past's loss and futures to be found once more amongst this veld undulating....:) Written January 12th, 2002 © on Jan 12 2002 01:23 PM PST   18 • 0 • 12