RelaxingA Poem by David ScottThe art of relaxation is a true gift and one we seldom achieve or admonish. Self love and acceptance must precede any calm.Relaxing Yes... my consciousness sighs a silent whisper, ignited I begin dreaming... beyond the nightmare. Methodologies of meditations intentionally seeking finding a nothingness where despair suffocates... breathing in hope, exhaling acceptance. Feeling the escape a calling howls, once within a cage of fear imprisoned, now reborn wild ~ viscerally deep... pure. To be ~ a living sacrifice honorably being, rather than becoming... striving in a current of rapidly foaming expectations birthed in a spring of perception's needs. Transparently truth ~ radiant imperfections included within a crystallized resolve... a desolation I once knew as myself becoming, now a shaped definition resting within unconditional love. © 2015 David ScottReviews
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Added on December 7, 2015Last Updated on December 7, 2015 AuthorDavid ScottBrevard, NCAboutMuch like you... Still, I can only ever be to you what you are willing to see of me. This is true of us all. May we learn to see the best in each other. I am happy to be friends with anyon.. more..Writing
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