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Time for a loop!

I`m so tired of pussled words,
black syllables,
meaningless discussions
dry chickenlegs
grey magick
and dusty,static screens.

No more I find healing
in anything but a smile
and a sparkling laughter
and the warm embrace
of the Sun and holy Sin
with a Kin

I want to see,
to love the Love!
and breathe freely
to trespass fences,
with silly curiousity
like I used to do..

Clouds,rushing over you
icy Mountaingoddess ;
thrill me!
spellbind me!
and take me !
where I get wiev,
and can rest on your veil


Soil,dirt,rubble,
clay,feaces,
mounds and wormholes,
I will peep inside
and turn the stones
where Life hides
with my shivering hands


Embrace the old tree
still waiting with treasures
listen to the winds
teaseing the pinetree`s crowns,
gathered silent together
over someone`s lit fire..

Glittering sandbanks with
twisted  silver streams
like nagas
caught in dreambird`s beak,
I will wade you,cross you,drink you
once more

And old Sea,
what dreams are dreamt
what loop is loop,
without descending
over and over again,
like a bee-god,
in the honeypond?


(Please,can someone take me out of here! )
         

Pleasent loop! 
A warm smile from me.

Den loopen var heftig...det går rundt i skallen på meg.

Takk Final Tribe 

Not to be unthankful,but sometimes we just have to loop.Right?
Words contain beauty,inner wisdom,healing and energy,
but sometimes I just crave for new waterholes.
And summer is a good time for me.
Everything is there,to be enjoyed,
and then we loop further,with great inspiration.

I am thankful for the swirl inside.

The bumblebee dance
once again
here and there
in airy loops
If you look carefully
in the empty space
the bumblebee left behind
you can see traces
of the bumblebeedance
choreography

Uuuuu....its springtime 

Thanks Shri,for the tip! it sounds great,but I have some limitations there.

Magisk 

Det synger en strofe inne i hodet mitt nå "let the light in"


Vi kan bli som barn igjen, det er jeg hellig overbevist om.

Takk for respons!
Barnet her er ganske intakt,det er faktisk det som kviskrar meg i øyrene når eg vert rastlaus og utåleleg