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Becoming One
Go back to the first time you ever laid
eyes on eachother, remember the electricity? Did you sense
the c o n n e c t i o n that was o n another level, did you revel in one
another’s presence as hearts beat in synchronicity? But for some of us the
emotion then takes on a journey, as i f traveling beyond the universe. W e begin
to t h i n k of words to express the feeling, dealing w i t h the specs o f these complex
sentence structures and put it down in verse. We get a nostalgia for things that haven’t
happened yet, but we then begin to imagine, it’s an aching that plagues the heart and
mind all the time, until the written stanzas make sense of it because then it feels like
passion. Yet t h e words written a r e n ’ t enough and so we dig deeper, trying to
understand t h e unknown, because their presence triggers a new sensation and
an elation, when the spirit wants more and it won’t be assuaged, just know we
can’t l i v e on dreams alone. Suddenly you find yourself in a whole o t h e r
realm, overwhelmed but enthused because somewhere in this heavenly
vision, your inspiration feeds you the words with precision and now
you’ve found your muse. And it’s h e r e where a poet finds the
definition of love, i n comprehending t h a t this becomes
the focal point in our lives. Everything we think and
feel, all the things we dream and seek, until it
comes to us, with open arms and an open
heart. And so it's done when these two
souls become whole because
the halves have
become
one.
eyes on eachother, remember the electricity? Did you sense
the c o n n e c t i o n that was o n another level, did you revel in one
another’s presence as hearts beat in synchronicity? But for some of us the
emotion then takes on a journey, as i f traveling beyond the universe. W e begin
to t h i n k of words to express the feeling, dealing w i t h the specs o f these complex
sentence structures and put it down in verse. We get a nostalgia for things that haven’t
happened yet, but we then begin to imagine, it’s an aching that plagues the heart and
mind all the time, until the written stanzas make sense of it because then it feels like
passion. Yet t h e words written a r e n ’ t enough and so we dig deeper, trying to
understand t h e unknown, because their presence triggers a new sensation and
an elation, when the spirit wants more and it won’t be assuaged, just know we
can’t l i v e on dreams alone. Suddenly you find yourself in a whole o t h e r
realm, overwhelmed but enthused because somewhere in this heavenly
vision, your inspiration feeds you the words with precision and now
you’ve found your muse. And it’s h e r e where a poet finds the
definition of love, i n comprehending t h a t this becomes
the focal point in our lives. Everything we think and
feel, all the things we dream and seek, until it
comes to us, with open arms and an open
heart. And so it's done when these two
souls become whole because
the halves have
become
one.
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