Friday, June 18, 2010

solar plexus

the vaulted marble sky
the moss we step on
walking on clouds
the light through the trees
sun rays shrouded in black
a bird shrieks
yellow stars on the forest floor
can we make love amidst arnica?
how come i think i'm alive?
when heaven is here
gentle ever so gently
you are entering me

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4 comments:

  1. G-ManJune 18, 2010 at 5:45 PM

    Jeez...
    Do you ever live in Paradise!
    Your beautiful naturalness, and your beautiful words are a treasure to behold.
    Excellent 55...Katrin.
    I assume that it is you and not Annie that writes these. If I am wrong just set me straight OK.
    You both Rock for inviting me into your world, Thank you so much, and have a Kick Ass Week-End....Galen

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  2. Brian MillerJune 18, 2010 at 7:59 PM

    sounds like you got a little heaven on earth...nice 55...it breathes peace...

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  3. katrinJune 19, 2010 at 11:21 AM

    thanks guys!

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  4. Woman in a WindowJune 19, 2010 at 6:38 PM

    nature is often, so much more, isn't it? i just walked out of work, 9pm. grey building. locked doors. fart fart. end to day. stomp it out. and then. and then i looked up, and there is a ridge, an escarpment really, that rides the horizon opposite where i work, and the sun was forced through some clouds, filtered through and intensified, and i just stopped there dribbling on my collar. it was so fricken beautiful. what a shame i spent the day in such a grey place. outside is always better.

    xo
    erin

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