On sunbaked pavement, bare feet.Reverberating from my presence, my last bit of oomph.Surrounding me, a fullness of everything but empty vacuum space.From beneath my feet, a tenderness born from molten milk of your magma.Reigning down upon me, a symphony of … Continue reading
In a prized journal, creative spirit sketched in squiggling curves and crafted words.On this eve, crimson tinted eggs ready for Sunday’s cracking.Upon a thawing terra, bare feet sensing the metaphysics of electromagnetic creation.In our hearts, a longing for the unplotting … Continue reading
Under our bare feet, the crunch of newly fallen leaves.In our hearts, song bursting with delight.In clear view, beauty and magic. “Every single second I get to chooseThe story I’m tellingThe words that I useI follow what feels goodThat raises … Continue reading
As part of this agenda to make the world discordant, may I suggest getting out there, preferably with bare feet. But if you prefer to be with soft soles so be it but remember to jump higher…the universe is the … Continue reading
“Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and winds long to play with your hair.” –Kahli Gibran
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