I hear the birds
once again on my windowsill
reminding me of the new day
reminding me that all things are possible
The cool breeze captures a
piece of my soul
wisking it away
as to connect
with my twin flame
in search of the other half
I close my eyes
and I see the other me
beautiful
words are your clay
molding imaginations
visions
the maybes
I exhale knowing
you are there
as my soul still
searches for the other me
the divine masculine
duality
I still hear the birds on
my windowsill
on watch
whispering
you're on your way
twin flame
August 8, 2008 - inspired by reading too much metaphysical stuff last night....
needs so more work.....will modify later. This is the first breath.....
once again on my windowsill
reminding me of the new day
reminding me that all things are possible
The cool breeze captures a
piece of my soul
wisking it away
as to connect
with my twin flame
in search of the other half
I close my eyes
and I see the other me
beautiful
words are your clay
molding imaginations
visions
the maybes
I exhale knowing
you are there
as my soul still
searches for the other me
the divine masculine
duality
I still hear the birds on
my windowsill
on watch
whispering
you're on your way
twin flame
August 8, 2008 - inspired by reading too much metaphysical stuff last night....
needs so more work.....will modify later. This is the first breath.....
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