The Sky Beneath Above Sea

 


i 
am 
looking into 
sky wondering you me,

for in this sea, above surround we,

how grateful i am, till be,

is my ideal thought thinking, loving you, me.

for hear I plant tilling see.

my greatest dream, seed growing mirroring tree,

both in hue sub, Consciously.

a view sowing, true love willing. 

be seeing, 

shining enlightening me you.

see I am looking into sky,

wondering you, me, within this blue sea,

 beneath surrounding we.

How grateful I am, above, simply be.

watering the ideal thought
like sunlight loving you, me.

For here I till believing unseen earth,

imagining planting my greatest dream
Oh eye cannot yet see.

A seed below, A tree above.

roots drink subconscious,

branches reach consciousness,

mirroring earth will heaven,

inner sill outer,

thought till thing.

standing between root shooting star

sow view I choose to see.

true love willing, life revealing,

 opening inside me creates wings through up soil.

becoming visible

 the beautiful tree.

you,

me.

I.













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