impetus

The ever pulsating orb. Deep within the hollow of being; a residence of light. Pulsing, pulsing – for ever calling; drawing, drawing – forever attracting.

A pull of great power, something of a lure. To move without action, to attract without baiting    Pulse

within within drawing within. Draw yourself within,  a paradox of sorts yet,  _________

Open Open Open,   glow . . .                 We are awakened now, the desire has arisen and the hum, the humming of my coming has begun

be still young one (so foolish to say, for you are young)

ssshhhhhh……. .. ..  . .    quiet

pulling, pulling, pulling back. Luna acts as a friend, she will care for you

she will reflect her face upon the great oceans even as the great winds disappear from the nights air

all is silence, there is no movement, no winds –                            only Luna   – beauty

inhale


gliding, gliding,         gliding

 

along the shores on this gloomy day. A golden dragon has appeared

A traveler seems to have met this dragon, eye to eye

an eternity passes

engulfed within each other the two are

 

exhale

a whisper is heard through the mountains

 

 

awaken