A river of becoming we yield to
Grains of sand a single leaf a raindrop
We are in love’s stream
Moving past rocks caressing flowers
Felt deeply aspiring emotions
Sought like fleeting cloud patterns
Dispersing coming together we grasp a vista
Opening to close again no boundary
Clearly nothing to say …what will come about or if

Nothing to show the outcome of manifold events
With no walls nor intersections we may draw
But often felt an approaching breeze swelling
To rising waters each night moon fuller caught
Events of change risking all in wind blown chaos
Spiraling out to awaited stars’ light yet unfolded we are
Like early morning fog steaming its snaking way
The valley floor and lifted as feathers wind fanned
Laid lightly the white birch kissed each branch
Each stem each last frozen bud hoar-frosted
To a garment crystallized our dreams

Our hearts in the wind rekindled to fire
Streamed with a new river run
Two hearts god-conspired!


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~ by blueangelwolf on December 7, 2012.

2 Responses to “Becoming”

  1. I love your pages and your form of self-expression, it is a pleasure to have you share your gifts through your pages Thank you. I have nominated you for blog of the Year please visit my page Blog of the year awards and nominations Thank you! Revised
    Posted on December 9, 2012

  2. Incredibly beautiful, I love the bit about the morning fog

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