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.
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