because the blooming fields….

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Because I want to pour you out a river of breeze,
to gather you a bouquet of sweet,  soft lay-me-down moments
and hold this sense of relish like a seashell to your ear
so you can hear the whispers in your wounds
because I think maybe that it’s the sound
that healing makes,

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because I feel it so strong inside that you are the priceless art,
more beautiful by design than sea or sunset or gossamer wings,
that there is precious little balm to waste in the hard flee of time
and I choose to share the salve I find
because I know that living can stone you sudden till your heart rattles pieces
and the quiet can be hard to come by

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and when you find a well that keeps on giving
your heart stretches out wide and thumps love so stretchy
it reaches and offers and speaks
and you wanna share the shimmer from the waves you’re riding,
the blooming in your field of dreams.

This is mine:  please help yourself to as much as you like,
with love:)

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My Ripplesongs July is available now in my little etsy shop
I offer it up with love:)

(and will draw a name Friday from the comments on this post
to give one away!)

“But to be what I am,
to live what I was meant to live,
to want to sound like no one else,
to yield to the blossoms dictated to my heart,
this is what I want
and this  surely cannot be arrogance.”
-Rilke