transcendental meditation
over the river and past the clearing
I fly where the wintry winds take me
spreading my translucent blue wings
void of any single solitary thought
my traveling companion holds on tight
in sync with my soundless breathing
inquiring within how on earth this flight
could possibly transcend even higher
I convey the end’s neither near nor far
this journey is simply a new beginning
accelerating and climbing effortlessly
soon to breach the next known barrier
december two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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This is so erotically beautiful. I’m not sure you were writing about making love but that’s exactly what it takes me to. Bravo.
thank you I’m happy you’re able to relate to this piece so intimately
Was I close? Or do I just have a dirty mind?
your interpretation is a lovely one and makes perfect sense to me ~ thank you yet again