The cheshire smile of the moon draws the clouds into the great and eternal jest.
That glimpse of some celestial humor was unintentional and the laughter is shielded from my view
How fickle the moon
That sublime jester
How resplendent are the rays of silver that open the world up
The air clears of everything and you breathe into you the life of the universe
The stars fill your lungs and your exhale expels all traces of mortality from your slender and fragile frame
Pause
Feel the light on your face.
Sense the clarity that comes what you sift your thoughts and allow the heavy ones to stay?
The weight of them keeps you grounded.
The scale of them lifts your head to the sky
Dreamers never belong in earth.
Their mind gives them wings
But the coolness of space frightens their warm hearts
The traveler knows the coolness and loves the way the breeze washes over skin
Everything becomes sensual
Feeling is absorbed through every possible venue
You hang there, suspended in pure and ethereal sensitivity
Cerebral awareness is a new sensation
This.
This is what it means to be alive.
Everything becomes possible in a moment: ---|---
Swinging on a tireswing
Floating on a river with a summer breeze
Eating buttery corn on the cob
running through a barley field
screaming
dancing with one hand waving free
giving someone a hug
silk sheets on your bare skin
sand in between the toes
someone’s hand in yours
being kissed
kissing someone back
laughing into someone’s hair
sharing something you have written
Laying on a porch swing
Finding love.
Be alive.
Find that time in your mind to allow your mind to roam.
To fly.
Life is too short not to live it fully.
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