Motion and the Still
When you look at me, look at me under the presumption of
love
Exude the pride of honest elation
Grant my imperfections the latitude of stillness
These ill failures may vibrate in temporal unknown in
instances of undesired ineptitude
Yet you stand like butterfly legs grasped to the stamen of
this plant
No flight plan enacted, but sharing the blessed gusts of
your wings to massage the ease of these thorns to exist amongst the leave and
petal days
We are symbiotic the rooted and the mercurial; finding a
balance to be moving yet still
Still yet moving; growing yet rooted; stability yet
breathing
Attempt to be this with me and freedom is ours
Joy is breeding in this cellulose and animal, may your wings
never cease beating
In this symmetry I give you the forest of my days for the
journey of your migration
Take the pollen of me with you and I will shelter you a home
we grow together
With out the transport of your thoughts I am withered
Without the branch of my alms you are exhausted
Be that which admits mutual need; and we may attempt an
honest happiness
Rare in this realm and as abundant as air
I give you the God I see; in all and pray these books do not
crush
What I hope for under the seam of bindings printed in esoteric
mandates
Give us bloom in the volunteerism, love in relation greater
than any singular quest
I breathe these dreams in the exchange of oxygen and carbon
dioxide
Anatomy, permaculture, empathy and love, the motion and the
still
Knowing the mathematics of a passionate love
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