it is mine

it is mine

i sit here

exposed and raw

willing

vulnerable

and

receptive

Brother Wind comes

dancing about me

caressing my skin

tickling my consciousness

into heightened awareness

animated He is

reaching in

to magical places

within me

i visit not often enough

2 eyes closed

1 eye open

i am in the garden

where the imaginings of men

are seeded

take root

sprout

blossom

and bear fruit

to our expectations

for in this realm

whatever i deem

becomes real

i realize

that i have personified

my Brother

Wind

and He follows

the Law of Source

“reciprocity”

and personifies me

as He dances

teases

appeases

Destiny’s call

there are whisperings

being actualized

manifesting

becoming my truths

of this moment

the Trees sway

in gentle acknowledgment

and their leaves applaud

the brilliant marvel

of this epiphanic moment

and my soul smiles

there are Flowers

smiling as well

blooming

blossoming

imparting fragrance

concording the symbiosis

of Brother Wind and i

for Source being Source

answers the call

of all hearts

and as i withdraw

from the Garden

and the Magic

held in this moment

my Soul blows kisses

upon it’s own reflection

exemplifying

a love of “Self”

“Self”

which is a part

of all things

and all things

are a part of me

so i pick the proverbial Flower

press it to my Heart

touching my Dreams

and i know

that

this moment is eternal

and it is mine

© 30 August 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.