PERCHANCE A LUSCIOUS WIND BLOWS

Perchance a sudden luscious wind casually blows . . . .

 

The human soul cares not the source of beauty’s motif

Seeking only the sweet, subtle effects upon the spirit

No special talents, formal studies or training necessary

Only a connection with the creative spirit of the universe . . . .

 

Like a baby’s breath it touches the very essence of the soul.

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Knowledge Limitations

Studies are superfluous, ever leading us nowhere 

Yet as you describe the wind, the mind too thereby is

Contained in the grace and portrayal of eternity,

Still sourced from the selfsame somewhere. Dare

Not be daunted, for the dreams we recieve are meant