Will you sit with me
On a golden hill
In the liminal space
Between knowing and desire —
My desire
For us
Is the breeze against our cheeks
Fluttering oak leaves in fractals
As it sweeps into the valley —
I see within your eyes
A warm and blooming heart
Or is that mine?
Published by Chelsea Lynn
I am inspired by nature's wisdom and the ordinary miracles that surround us. I believe nature is always communicating to those who will listen, and all people have the ability to tune in and listen. Much of my writing and poetry comes out of the philosophy that the divine inhabits all. My goal as a writer is to empty myself and translate the words and messages I receive to the best of my ability.
The most glamorous thing you can do is live the life your heart designs.
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