Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Thoughts continued

Who would have thunk it? Me as sharp as a flash of light across the dawn sky. Rippling onward unto eternity's edges. I blaze sharply and then in the ever pattern I diminish to a flicker barely seen by fireflies on a warm June night. In this forever whirl, a fingerprint of awesome evolution, I am the breath moving in and out, increasing, diminishing yet shining to the reaches of an exultant being that floats and flows with you and all together. I'm letting go as was destined long ago and flowering in heaven's grasp. May we circle there together in bliss, in oneness, beyond the reach of thoughts.