The Poem

 

being the river

quest being the sea

the eye being the mountain

and the soul being the tree

 

I give this song a name with many thoughts layered amongst the waves of my gentle spirit

with thunder howling whispering still…I stand here inside my love to dream…yes, to dream of god and love and to be the seeker of my love

 

This my friends is my soul and the poetry of my existence lives inside the beauty of my life.

 

For love is constant like the heartbeat of the wave of self we find ourselves inside ourselves clapping and dancing for the poem to swim in vivid color for this is the song that ‘s worth singing over and over again.

 

To love to poetry to the music of the soul.

 

Santa Monica 12/4/16

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