A kiss…

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All are waiting…  Waiting for that drench of freshness to alleviate their soul, to manifest and make them whole.  In bits and pieces they tarry like wind flowing onto their next course.  But how this adventure manipulates one, confuses and elates’all at the same time.  An open door beckons, a window to the soul, waiting it invites the on comers willingly inviting them in.  In the midst sits a lonely soul wondering and harboring awaiting his fate unambiguous…  Will he enter or will he keep his lamp low just as subtle upon the high tides of his withering fate.  That bright light that beckons within, just one turn and a look is all it takes and the path is cleared of debris.  He sits up and sets of on his trail relying on his judgement each step.  A kiss from the wind breezes his neck, his eyes hopeful and empty, that lamp burns low for a while but the dawning awaits him in surprise of his own self-worth.  Others know him but not of him as he is yet to find himself unambiguous in his being and anguish.  His mixtures of tether, unassuming yet of wonder as he tries to flee his dilemmas.  What a beautiful soul he is without a recognition.  A butterfly in waiting, his metamorphosis diminishing…  That light burns bright, his eyes will soon be full.

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A small tale of significance.

 

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In the trenches she scraped her foot from the absorbed she found whilst there, her all had been diluted with the beings of others…  Conspicuous though it was she unacquainted herself now from the forlorn presence that shadowed her being.  Ever wondrous she always would take on more as the curiosity spilled her bones into the whys and wherefores of others simultaneously mingling alongside her.  Now was the time for releasing those cobwebs that didn’t belong to her, dusted and covered from times spent as a perpetual mannequin conquering the whims of others.  Awash the rain came one day and reminded her of the spiritual cleansing she needed to be herself once more.  She laughed as she realized the unabated folly and misconceptions of perpetually pleasing others in complete ignorance of herself.  A sort of accumulated bubble of gestures elated and scratched out from others etched upon her soul, cast like a shadow upon her own shadow, obscure.  Oh but how she’d loved them all, all in their own unique compromising ways but they were not hers.  Waist time no more she thought as she smiled getting out of bed to rule the day!  Amen, the penny had finally dropped.

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Serenity Jones – freely frolicking..

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Her hair mangled in wet sea kelp, sitting on an ocean rock she untangled her locks with her nimble fingertips which she used as a comb..  The sea salt smell was high upon air and the waves crashed upon rocks as she slid between them, slippery as she stepped upwards to find her way home.  Her clothes dripped upon ground as the air began to dry them.. Stepping among puddles she grasped her way to the green.  An oddity of sorts this child of unadulterated wonderment, she often gave way to her whims and passions how ever odd, wild and unassuming they were..  Often she would find herself in all kinds of uncompromising positions but she didn’t care she wanted laughter and joy in her spirit not organised ruling from the significant others..  This was one such adventure, a morning of sheer unadulterated abandonment, risky too as she entered the wild…

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Serenity Jones – freely frolicking..

 

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Her hair mangled in wet sea kelp, sitting on an ocean rock she untangled her locks with her nimble fingertips which she used as a comb..  The sea salt smell was high upon air and the waves crashed upon rocks as she slid between them, slippery as she stepped upwards to find her way home.  Her clothes dripped upon ground as the air began to dry them.. Stepping among puddles she grasped her way to the green.  An oddity of sorts this child of unadulterated wonderment, she often gave way to her whims and passions how ever odd, wild and unassuming they were..  Often she would find herself in all kinds of uncompromising positions but she didn’t care she wanted laughter and joy in her spirit not organised ruling from the significant others..  This was one such adventure, a morning of sheer unadulterated abandonment, risky too as she entered the wild ocean fully clothed, remote too which made it ideal to surface her wildness she was compelled to release.  Not many people could understand such nature for fear of labeling it ‘crazy’ but she knew it was the zest of life that kept you alive whatever that may be.  She laughed as she made her way home back to her log cabin, her vacation for a while..  She laughed because she thought to herself, today I have been a sheer mermaid of high seas an adventure unabated and fulfilled..  What more adventures could I penetrate she thought..  Yes the world was literally her oyster and the ocean left to explore!  If only others had such wild abandonment, fearlessness strewn upon life itself..  What an exciting place it would be!   Life was meant for living, enjoying, not merely existing and unraveling through time itself.   A moment’s reflection indeed!!

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A revelation..

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Just a few more breaths were left..  She’d waited in vain for so long of all notions and expectations but the well had finally run dry..  A new spring had sprung one of quaint surprise, she wondered how she’d missed this revelation for so long, this pleasant experience to self..  A self she never knew she possessed..  Settled within, the adorning had kissed and home in sanctuary she comforted..  Life was beautiful, safe and warm for all it’s quirks and conundrums..  A peace had settled like a mist.  Be kind she thought.

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The darkest hour..

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Caught up in a dark blind alley she had revelled to find her way out.. Out of the grimacing pain staking tunnel from which she’d entered unabatedly. Stark though it was she knew the way was imminent through the twists and turns she’d bore. Facing her anguish she relaxed into her own, slowly the way became clear.

The trawl had served its purpose, outflanked its outflank! She breathed a sigh of relief.. With one step in front of the other, she owned the day.. Darkness turned into night and night into day. The horror she’d imagined was not so after all but a figment of the imagination. Maybe next time I’ll call a recall she thought.

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The dawning..

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She knew within herself shortly afterwards that the grasping she’d lingered onto for so long had slowly diminish into dry false hope.. Hope of a fantasy that was merely mistaken. She’d wanted nothing more than a soul mate but at a loss she’d found destitute, for nothing more could suffice.

There came a time when Miranda would often get lost and engrossed in other worldly curiosities, outbound and     outgrown by her own cause for satisfaction which she could neither satisfy or find. Quite simply, she was a wanderer looking and searching for that which she could not find. She’d given up by now for be it what it would be, seemed quite simply to be the tall order now. She’d become dishevelled with notions.

The day had become brighter, the sun brilliant, everything was alive, breathing and vibrant.. Through these new eyes her vision uplifted.. Thrown away was the old and the letting go refreshing, even exhilarating. Why, she suddenly thought had she wasted so much time caught up in her own head of an illustrious minefield with rich pickings of no valid quantity. She laughed or maybe even cried at the notion.. Life was beautiful and wonderful.. If only she’d looked through eyes of clarity. She sat for a moment and picked the day away, marvelled at what she’d missed before mulling into new seas which she called her home.   Here and now.

 

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