Tag: mystic poetry

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Little ducks

Little ducks love how it felt when the clouds cried
They called them tears of joy and they mirrored it
And my yellow man
Payed loose to the wave
And moved by grace
My ole embodiment of peace

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Submerge

To submerge yourself into solitude
Walking side by side dear reflection
I reflect and ponder every inch of my vessel
Who. Are. You.
Who is this skin, this blood, this thought.
That decision.

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This long walk up

I inhale and exhale like the goddess I am

I am connected like the earth I am made of

And my skin vibrates as the sun

This long walk up

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Listen to the soul

Listen closely to the soul
Who only knows the splitting ground
And seeks refuge in the thoughts of others
Wanting nothing more than milk from paradises breasts
Harvested by her own pair of hands

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I stand

Baby

 I am being

Tired of fleeing

Seeing the colors of the sky, but not living

And no one can give it to me

And no one would put it in my hands

Yet I stand