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i hope the rays of
sun that touched you are the same
beams caressing me
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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Art is My Meditation
art is a meditation you feel cleaned and anchored well with eyes open wide. Meditation has earned recognition as a mindfulness tool. It does not work for me. But I find spiritual cleansing and deep focusing with my creativity. Art is my meditation.
By Seema Patelabout 12 hours ago in Poets
Comments (3)
Sitting under the shadows of the Volcano, then ~
Smiling for ear to ear over here. I love this!
Oh, this is such a warm, gentle thought! Well writ, my friend!