Sunlight

Sunlight

like the Wind’s laughter
or waves lapping against
a gentle shore.

Bask in simple radiance,

faces upturned
to absorb that perfect Light.

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About Universal Shift

I am the Sonata Unusual. I coat myself with some obtuse angle too far below zero to become any warmer. I create motivation, activate schemas, moisten gardens with scents of natural honeydew. Construct this meaning, you sleepy flock. Silence your singing—despairing contortions out of tune. Shatter the brittle butterfly glass with your hideous wailing. I am born of my god’s imagination. When I die I shall meet him. For there are many things to discuss over tea…or scotch.

Posted on January 14, 2013, in Author, Fiction, Philosophy, poetry, Religion and Spirituality, Spirituality, writing and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. It’s so beautiful, made me smile 🙂

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