Picture (Artist- Gaelyn Larrick)


My weedy delicate overgrown heart,

Parleys my identity into manifestation.

Through the lyrical song of birds,

It sings in my breast of our shared truth.

The rhythm of raindrops on a road,

Delights my dancing inner child with your jocular memories.

Across the hush of twilight’s masking darkness,

Will evoke me of your concern and attention that was tasted.

It is in the softest muted moments of recognition

That I hear old earth’s vibrations

Serenade with comfort

And divine our genuine existence.

A spiral of ornaments,

And you were able to see the unelaborated me.






  1. Emily · May 19, 2016

    Outstanding, M! ❤

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Kunal Thakore · May 20, 2016


    Liked by 1 person

  3. ajaykohli · May 20, 2016

    Nicely done

    Liked by 1 person

  4. learning to live like water · May 20, 2016

    I have to reblog this. You are so gifted. Just beautiful. As it should be.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. learning to live like water · May 20, 2016

    Reblogged this on learningtolivelikewaterblog and commented:
    She speaks in visions, beautiful ones. This how it should be. I had to share. And delight in the dream of it.

    Liked by 1 person

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