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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