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the wind sweeps over you
taking your worries with you
whispering to you
that your troubles have no reason to remain
the sun kisses your skin
healing all that is within
the high you feel
just to breathe in something so real
so authentic
nothing can replace it
the joy of being
all that i am seeing
is being
stillness
movement
life
the quiet and simple noises
take away the shouting voices
until responsibility calls me away
the beauty leaves me with nothing to say
just asking me to lie with it all day
be apart of the universe
there is nothing worse
than to get caught up in the cycle of doing
forgetting the beauty of the moment
but here in this place
happiness is not far from your reach
lying here so long the sun has turned me peach
it feels as if i’ll never leave
but when I do
an inner peace will be taken too
and for the last time I watch the trees sway
i cannot stay
so i go inside
something has changed
my soul can no longer hide

outside – g.c.

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seasons

cropped-img_5503.jpgi want to paint my life,
like the sun paints the sky every morning and every evening,
i want to become enveloped by beauty and glory,
all my own creation,
the people that come into my life and stay,
they’ll be the portraits,
the people you can look at for so long,
you come to know them without speaking.

i’ll paint my worries as the leaves,
so when autumn comes they will all fall away with ease.

ill paint myself as a tree in the winter,
free of all its worries,
yet naked and vulnerable,
completely bare,
unable to hide,
raw and real,
vulnerable to change.

when new ideas begin to bud,
spring comes,
and i will be the flower,
young and new,
reborn,
intrinsically delicate and beautiful,
able to soak in the sun and dance in the rain,
yet prepared for heavy storms.

when summer arrives,
i’ll paint myself as a California flower,
thriving under the heat,
while others cower away.

i’ll paint myself as all the seasons,
always changing,
always room for growth,
always room on the canvas to paint life in a new direction,
no need to worry,
because there is always a new beginning

seasons – Grace Condon