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Wild imaginations…

I woke up the other day and I wondered why I am here and what am I here for, I got the answer very quickly…

“What I am really saying is that you don’t need to do anything, because if you see yourself in the correct way, you are all as much extraordinary phenomenon of nature as trees, clouds, the patterns in running water, the flickering of fire, the arrangement of the stars, and the form of a galaxy. You are all just like that, and there is nothing wrong with you at all.” ― Alan Watts

I am the sum of wild imaginations,
broken open
laid bare,
not withered by age
or cynical
for I am as flimsy as air…

I am dew in autumn, the frost on winter grass,
the festivity of new arrivals
love that was made to last…

I am the spray of the ocean
the movement of the waves
the echo of thunder,
figments of the brave…

I am a lengthy version
of sadness
and of grief,
sometimes a live-streamed memorial
an ever-shifting belief…

I am the wildness of the forest; the call of tree frogs,
the glow of fire flies in summer,
a dance in the temple of gods…

There’s nothing profound about me, I am an allegory of words,
no legendary savior,
just an ordinary girl…

no fanfare or procession
no valiant calling,
for I am as simple as rain drops,
in streams of grace

I am the reminder of gratitude
holding me to account,
the discovery of magic
in mysteries I have espoused…

I hold memories of my ancestors still alive in my genes,
Time lord encounters,
stop-overs in my dreams…

I reach for the joy of the moment
the resonance of the earth,
the calling of forgiveness
and the re-discovery of mirth…



I am an unknown introvert who desires to touch the world with a little bit of magic...

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