Our souls, place

As rivers ethereal speak to our souls

Flowing through time/space in spiritual ways,

And through each course of our lives,

changing form when necessary

to overcome each of many obstacles we must face

Whether in trickles of addition into a quiet spring

pouring softly within a world aglow
with happy sunlit pools of cool refreshing flow

of life or winds swirling gently about
with falling leaves in tow

Like kisses upon our faces,
like mama did once

In our ever-flowing dreams
of thoughts serene as echoes to recharge our souls,

remembering past lives
perhaps then we find our worlds
inclined to sleep.

Compressed, our minds rush off to be tested
By a world of ever-changing currents

in a rush to see it all.

Lest we take time to understand
when we are truly blessed.

We climb into an urge for movement
as if not/-we will be left behind

as if it were something so unkind…
find ourselves dropped into a state

of sadness we cannot fathom,
we sit left to our fate for as,

yet our minds are not yet refined to a point
where we recycle our energies, in overtime

To relate to our constant changing state
Fall sadly lost in the warm memories

of joy and happy times. In a teardrop serenade, abruptly taken by the spirit of all, against our will,

we take our fall or lost in the illusion
of thrall, tossed madly about

Lost in turmoil and confusion,
racing into the uncertainty

in the rapids of doubt and despair
even to be swept helplessly off the edge

In slow motion fantasies into freefall,
from unimaginable heights.

Over waterfalls
as we catch fleeting glimpses
smashing our hopes,

dashing storybook childhood dreams
are we are fed back from the raw edge of reality,

with all the blankets and teddy bears
get fed carefully back into the minds

of the next generation of souls
believing in the dream machine

chased by the mirrors from joyous wombs
from where they once sang in baby talk

of a great happily after,
happiness riding a beast

it seems somehow,
we have failed to master

Or are heavens merely illusions
In essence confusion

If we refuse to believe in ever,
somewhere from the skies

dropped a stone leaving ripples in effect  
Creating whirlpools within our souls

As we remember, eddies in the flow
resonant drumbeats we somehow recognize

Echoes across the stars of biblical proportions
in practical solutions, anymore

Whenever our lives make a significant change.

Whenever we are faced with a scarcity of renewing challenges we see as if looking from afar

even as we face these questions
of how this life ever began.

Storms also form…
from the very same depths within,

gathering energy, our thoughts and ideas
mix and blend our worlds collide,

oft violently time and again
As we learn to improvise

Beyond our slash and burn insanity,
experience another truth about our greater selves

a leap of faith required to undergo metamorphosis
A growth lost in the depths of time

Seeking to find our true natural identity.  

As we learn again, just who we are

Children of the sun

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