SwoelA Poem by eli mercuree ruemy dreams are pleasant
uncertainty in this space
it would be a flaw not to fumble ah. it's a freedom from constraint to be falling and filling [feeling] up freely... "Where are you going miss?" we sat down conversed as strangers in a field of knowledge it is here [or there] in that moment that we found what life is all about. that moment was an instant and that instant is always increasing into the folds of the infinite affinity we all possess for the energy we forget. "These words are nothing miss." yes. "But the action of being is everything" © 2010 eli mercuree rue |
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