Hand entwined as the smoldering stare penetrates my soul. Lost in a mist of intellectual conversation, as the waterfall blocks out any outside distractions. The grass seems to pull us toward the waters edge as time flies by overhead
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You know its bad when you get an unidentifiable im, and the person says its the guy u spoke w/ at the pool and was suppose to go to the movies with but never got in contact with...and u think, and then u think some more...and u realize, that you still need to narrow the search...cuz there's a bunch of people who fit that catagory...lol
The heart of love knows the spirit of Soul, And by the present practice of this perspective, Shall the journey home be commenced, And someday our destination shall meet within To discover again, the true substance we are.
And what am I but Soul, And what is Soul but that I am; The substance of beingness, Expressing the consciousness of Spirit.