Allowing our souls to flower,
to draw in fragrances that pass us by?
Holding mirrors and wholeheartedly marvel,
At the joy of this beauty all around us,
and within?
Loyal and loving to the intent of our soul?
Meditative in our solitude?
Patient to our wanderings
Compassionate to our longings
Receptive to the gentle breeze of love?
Flirtatious in our gaze
Allowing of sensuality,
Allowing of a sudden vanishing, and
Be off into an inescapable maze?
In silence
In playful banter
In studious, uncanny ways?
Like a butterfly set free
Intuitive
Light
In flight
Encircling colours, flavours, fragrances,
and at times,
Light as feathers,
Flying an invisible, intangible course
of this mystic wind ?
Yes, We Can ❤ Love the photo/word sequencing.
Thank you, my Poodlee Woodle ❤️