As I Walk With Beauty

As I walk, as I walk
The universe is walking with me
In beauty it walks before me
In beauty it walks behind me
In beauty it walks below me
In beauty it walks above me
Beauty is on every side
As I walk, I walk with Beauty

pump iron in her blood, give her strength to hold your hand. Grasp too hard her bones will wither to sand, inside your hour glass holds her life falling bits to pieces with time.

shiny scales and vibrant colors
shoot her down
blast cannons towards this aerial battlefield
change skins to blend in
camouflage her wings
bleed nothing but laughter
like thunder in the sky
break down my white fence
with strong winds
strip our creation and leave debris
uproot trees with shallow intentions
till the sky's stormy battle has passed

the art of dancing. it is in us, it moves us close to the clouds, it moves stagnant water into rushing floods, it ignites a solar flare within our bodies. Bursts of sounds with a forceful energy searching for a life to embody.

"In a garden, growth has its season. There are spring and summer, but there are also fall and winter. And then spring and summer again. As long as the roots are not severed, all is well and all will be well."

mind glow push shove
mind bug with a tug
mind buzz
pasted together cherished thoughts
oozing oozing
packaged up
swept clean
mine teasing treats
mind spills gushing free

anything would have been better than what he did do--his face utterly involuntarily (reflex spinal action, reflected Stepan Arkadyevitch, who was fond of physiology)--utterly involuntarily assumed its habitual, good-humored, and therefore idiotic smile.

"But what's to be done? What's to be done?" he said to himself in despair, and found no answer.

"Smallpox is natural," wrote Ogden Nash. "Vaccine ain't." Animals, most likely, can't help "doing what comes naturally." But humans can.

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