For Wind-Spirit
A yearning of the Spirit,
claiming both within it’s grasp.
Occupying the same space, there they
walk hand in hand. Knowing each other
in some ways, not known in this plane. Is it no
wonder that they know one another so well?
A longing of the Soul, speaking
loudly to one, softly to the other.
Only wanting to understand what rests
between them, to know it in it’s fullness.
To have all the answers to their unspoken
questions, ones pulling at them so much.
A hungering of the Body, wrapping
each within it’s powerful allure.
To give vent to the tightening of the bonds,
so readily apparent in their togetherness.
To find that ultimate mortal expression of
all that hangs between the two of them.
For each knows, firmly believes, that the other
truly contains the answers, rather they are
together or not. One another’s voice sending
shivers thru their body, claiming their souls,
leaving music in the air. For no other before, nor
will any to come, speak to them so completly within this,
Yearning, Longing, Hungering.
Author notes
Written for Wind-Spirit, my soul's mate.
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A contest entry
- Impact... by Maybe.I.Am.Broken..
510 points, ended August 27, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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How true the spirit
The spirit that calmw the heart ans soul as the body lead by the mind goes on as things were planed by the Great Master...mac
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A powerful poem of expectations seeking fulfillment in the total realm of mind, body and spirit. A smoke signal released to the four winds to carry the message to the place it needs to be most heard. A poem of angst seeking introvention on a higher plane, well written. May you realize the desires of your heart and be united with your soul mate. Peace unto my Son,
Gray Elk
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to walk upon the same plain as another, to share the soul and breath of each other.to feel the heart beat as music upon the air...sighs...soul mates!
breath taking to say the least:f
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