The Lyrical Conveyance Of The Imagery Spiraling Sun Of Chaotic Profusion In New Beginnings. Giving Vision To Ever Seek The Light. Manifesting The Rising Balance On The Illuminating Rays Of Growth. All In A Dream In A Sun Mingled River To Bless My Light And Break Through The Dark Giving Truth Of My Spirit's Presence In The Afterglow To Keep Moving On And Give And Embrace Life Moving Along Like A River Song With Its Voices Together From Each Drop Of Light Cresting Inward; Hear The Songs.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Winter a Poem by Jeremy Matthews
So cold you can feel the bones. Spirit coming home, the water solidifies the fire of spirit sanctifies as the water of soul evaporates from the body. The eternal fire of spirit gives the body its last resting place in the age of winter, dreams are the spark of life giving life beyond life like wind fueling the flames on a burning ship reaching the beginning and end, becoming the same in the dead of winter. The noble king has danced with a river of fire with his own waters of life beneath his feet.
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