Let's take the trail meant for bikes.
It's 9 o'clock, find the fork in the road.
To the left, over dirt & rocks, forward-ho.
Find the ledge, lay the blanket down, plant it on the edge.
Dangle your feet over the water, 30ft below.
Listen to the frogs chirp & the long grass grow.
The river looks so still, but its water runs swiftly & deep.
Feel the flicker of the candle, it radiates more than heat- memories in the making.
c.marie
Down By the River pt.II
Six legs, three souls, one energy. I watch the water carry life. I watch the lights skim across its surface, mirrored from where they glide in the sky. The chilled April air transforms my breath to smoke. Exhale all that taints & troubles the inside.
Inhale the Mother's oxygen, do not flinch at its sharpness- let it freeze you from the inside out; for when you thaw you will be raw & ready for nature to reshape you. All it takes is one beat from a heart regenerated to break the ice & shiver off the frost of self-oppression. Don't hold back from anything, step out of the body, ebb & flow freely in your protoplasmic being. Melt into everything around: the condensation in the crisp air, the voices of the frogs, geese, crickets, owls, the percussion of a heartbeat... Soul soaring in the zephyrs of the night; new thoughts sparked by the shimmering of each stars light.
Passing peace from person to person, feel it warm you- reignite the flame that used to be a blazing fire in your core. Find passion, use it as fuel, burn with desire. Desire to live; to question, to discover, to learn, to love, to share, to experience. Forever treasure the memories.
c.marie
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