An Incessant Gesture

Wind quietly blowing, sending thoughts of natural wonder into intellect silently, finding new ways of saying anything in the light of daybreak each day. Carefully and mildly being captured by the intrepidness of life as it revolves around and through this being, soaring silently into many atmospheres of interior dimensions. Calling to mind thoughts and ideas of a future lifetime, forsaking food, sleep, company, just to write throughout the day and night. Relaxing to measures of rhythm as they code themselves into the singular purpose of an incessant gesture beyond intellect. Centered solely in a bluened light, the Divine dwelling forever within, nothing to disturb the peace that abides interiorly. Spirituality filling me like a very mysterious and magical poetical portrait, taking mind far away in dimensions of another time in the future.