At finger tips

Morning ritual shaman practices, by principle
dedication to the dream felt in the spiritual
Where is this place of value?
Who decides what is allowable? When it’s possible?
Why settle for that which is so predictable?
In the present she past her future
asking an audience member for a tutor
using all surroundings as classrooms for learning

a time traveling pen, at finger tips
Again and again she returned
like taking turns of soft sips of tea

inside and underneath
made an outer surface so comprehensive and complete
digging in and listening to morning rays of light, as they peak
through the trees and over the breeze
the perfect setting for writing at the pace of ease

these pieces of please
tease feasibility in the key of G
sounding off the note of reeds
blowing in the air by the sea
playing hope as their melody of expertise

The joy of ecstasy
can be felt as easily in two as it can in one
solitude, the time to feel rhythms of an inner drum
come find momentum
sharing this equilibrium with others
but first taking care to discover oneself as their own lover
at finger tips you touch the world as it exists
kissing all you encounter as the perfect fit
this journey is a ship that continues to dip and dive
shifting so that we understand why we are here and alive

Using finger tips as a measure of size
to endeavor a mind to fly
a body to rest, a hobby to revive and a soul to feel blessed
A time to say yes to what intuition begets
living moments gentle and only as of yet
until we need reminder before we forget

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