8. In response to being intertwined

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Still these vines twist up all the branches...

Like minds...

taking on new chances...

At a moment's notice, they notice a moment...

Time was in fluency

with the river of their cosmic giver.

That which has been watering them in thank-yous had become thirsty enough to drink a whole ocean's worth of gratitude...

Evolving into a beautifully mutual attitude...

gracefully renewed; grateful, especially when reviewed.

Tied to the ever-changing nature

of our truth...

The likened minds of lichen-covered vines

reach deeply within...

Through the dark cavernous veils of life's greatest conflicts,

they sail across the enlightened embodiment

of what the light meant by;

be unified!

Sharing fluently,

in fluency,

with the various practices,

of our eternal unity.

Lain out over the mysterious ways of beauty's greatest beauty...

These are the tunes playing in you...

Listen as they are reverberating in me too...

Swishing in psythurisms between the trees,

discussing how

we are all at peace

when we are all set free...

Meandering along the shore...

Rekindling, the fire, knocking at her door...

Twinkling like stars in the eyes of what we're fighting for...

This is the growth shown by the soul,

Every day, the earth, rose, giving forevermore...

Enlightened by the touch of your pressured observations...

Uplifted by the gift of your presence in these practical reservations...

Emotionally open to the truth of what it is we all really do...

Watering the roots of our entanglements,

making ways to follow through...

Fortune favors those,

brave enough to improve,

the soil in which they once grew...

Gently down the stream,

delicately manifesting dreams,

appropriately requesting the means,

to encourage deeper dialogues

about what's bursting at our seams...

A stitch in time,

breaking through a fixed design,

parachuting from cloud nine.

Landing in the arms of a heart that stretches out wider than the mind, patiently cooperating with an uncommon courtesy, typically left behind.

Wondering if one is able to recognize their own kind...

"In response to being intertwined"

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