Blowing Bubbles
I purse my lips as if to kiss an unseen suitor.
I gently hold a wand of magic in my fingers,
Angle it towards the sky,
Then release a puff of air.
Little circles of transparent eternity
covered in colors
lavender, yellow, orange, pink, green
swirl over the shiny globes.
They float around me, close, so I can
see through them.
They reflect my present life,
And allow me to see through them,
to the future.
The colors: soft, gentle,
inspire me.
They show me that my present circumstances,
the joy
and the difficulties
mix together
to create my beautiful life.
I see myself holding the wand, smiling,
gazing at the orb
A gentle wind carries the bubbles over the roof.
My spirit
lives in the sphere
of transparent love
and
floats
away.
Now I can send another puff of air
into eternity.
And I will position myself
So that my head
is pointing up
Towards the soft wind, and gentle love
that creates the multicolored world
Bubbles.
They show me everything.
I purse my lips as if to kiss an unseen suitor.
I gently hold a wand of magic in my fingers,
Angle it towards the sky,
Then release a puff of air.
Little circles of transparent eternity
covered in colors
lavender, yellow, orange, pink, green
swirl over the shiny globes.
They float around me, close, so I can
see through them.
They reflect my present life,
And allow me to see through them,
to the future.
The colors: soft, gentle,
inspire me.
They show me that my present circumstances,
the joy
and the difficulties
mix together
to create my beautiful life.
I see myself holding the wand, smiling,
gazing at the orb
A gentle wind carries the bubbles over the roof.
My spirit
lives in the sphere
of transparent love
and
floats
away.
Now I can send another puff of air
into eternity.
And I will position myself
So that my head
is pointing up
Towards the soft wind, and gentle love
that creates the multicolored world
Bubbles.
They show me everything.
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