Your Ideal Spot

 

Thinking from your ideal spot,

Recognizing, all the good waves choosing, you.

Being better than ok yet one is the same,

Calling your plane into air,

For flying close, to near.

I put forth a thought that is knocked, over the bleachers,

Attracting to me higher beings, teachers. 

Being grateful for breathing, oh so very clear,

Resting in place, as gentle as a tear. 

I stretch into a smarter be you,

Touching horizons that once felt far,

Like whispers in light callings from the star.

Imbibing the watering wisdom pouring down,

I rise, no longer wearing the weight of the crown.

My moment, silence, the truth ignites,

Seeing each shadow as part of the play,

Guiding the self to awaken and sway.

I am the sky where thoughts drift and settle,

The calm and the storm, the fire and the metal.

Drawing in teachers whose presence aligns,

walking this path where my soul shines.

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