running wild with friends through fields

hiding in the hall

dancing, laughing, arms outstretched

winter spring or fall

quiet, pensive, tucked away

feeling empty; naught to say

the years tick by and it seems to me

no matter what we look to be

we are all flowers underneath

our truest breath; Angelic wreaths

the play drags on the world spins round sometimes we’re verbs, sometimes we’re nouns

Great Teachers say our real reflection

is purely Love

Infinite Perfection…

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Happy Saturday, Beautiful People!!!

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And Thank You, Shashank! 🙏🏼 You got Om on my mind yesterday!!! I had planned to clean all day but ended up spending a long time painting this! It was sooo fun! Today I clean. 🤣

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