Spinning round and round and round and round and round and round and round I smile. The emotion, we live and die. Sweet bliss dripping from everything. A tree grows as my mind that has flourished into 10,000 branches. Each leaf like the drop of evaporating morning bliss. A liquid flows for a reason, fixed in time. my soul is made of countless uphoric visions of creation. Each inseperate from it. Each made of my blood cells. I live and I die. My breathe It's jewel. Creation breathes through me. I could grab all I see in an instant, for it is everywhere, as am I, my soul one within its own divine law. I am everywhere for I see. Now to use my body as a tool. My mind and soul liberated.
wow...... i think i just fell in love with a poem :? oddly enough..... you said you could relate to mine and i can relate to yours.... keep it up man....... amazing
