with your gleaming

liquid heat


fire blazing slinger

slicing through leather

i want to know your bloody knife

let me have it

I want to crack this oyster open

i feel it

heavy hunter boots

standing on


stepping over


slatted wooden floor

i sink

like sand I am

or winter chill



ownerless and free

I slip beneath



to the earthy need that breathes me

your hotspots call

and i respond like a thoughtless bird

i feel the seeded clouds press


into my feathered arms

stone is soft


than water


(Floating across the river to a little waterfall , thinking about love
When I arrived I looked down and glistening up at me from under the water was this little thing) http://www.artofkundalini.com 

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I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

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