Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Nature my teacher

Sounds of Waves
kiss the beach
Murmur of exhalation
as our Beloved breathes

Particles gather together
Welled up by love
To make a wave
On a beach far away

Nothing is ever separate
Not seemingly so isolate
In love we eternally fornicate
A copulate to procreate

Breast milk before a babe
Finances before deed
To do before bloom
Is to plant a little seed

Nature my teacher
revealing my essence
allows me to see
Im surrounded by blessings

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