Guitar player getting into the music, rocky mountain lifetime
coming across in rhythms of melodies.
Dancing about while playing the guitar, enjoying their own
music, light, clear and transparent.
Climbing vines of energy that continually blossom into blue
roses like magic, mysteriously vibrant, enlivening mind,
memories and intellect with heavenly auras and aromas.
Touching memories with a hesitant gesture, not wanting to tear
apart good feelings coming through, wanting only to feel the
intensity of what beats contribute to life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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