by Digger Barr
https://gaiasgardens.guru/
On the Equinox
I reached out.
Fingers cannot grasp it.
They cannot touch it.
It is a feeling.
It is a feeling I want to keep.
It is familiar
But the sensation cannot be placed.
I know it
I want it
I have felt it before.
From the past
maybe as a child
Or the future
as a destiny
My yearning wants to be defined
It must be within
incomparable to any form from without
Defying my control
my own creation
remains elusive
Fleeting and present
unknown solace
eagerness pushes it away
Accepting, relaxing and allowing
it comes back into my field
A butterfly dance
A hummingbirds flight
The dragon’s return
A song bird’s melody
twinkling from a distant star
divine energy brushes by
a receptor as my soul
Anchored within
it spawns as emotion
the sweetest essence of light
A smile springs from winter
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