Memory framing picture in mind, if only for a moment in time. Kneeling to pray with hands planted against the earth
Deep breath in without second thought. Exhale the insanity that the world has taught.
Roots pushing into the soil, tenderizing the turmoil. Grounding the earth threading ever so deep.
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Air fresh and clean, photograph undeveloped, yet to be seen.
Hand and hand, we stop and share a moment of time. The universe stops, to stare at out bodies… displayed naked before the world. Yet we remain free as the air.
Alone in nature, where the mountain meets the sea. Roots planted; we sit against earth’s wisest tree.
Breeze brushing past our hair, yet we do not care. Let the universe stare…for we are but alone.
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Water spraying her mist into the breeze, you give my hips a squeeze. Screams of a thousand bees, pollinating the plants and trees. Birds, bees, your hips, and my knees.
Evolution upon your kiss, whispering upon the winds of change and chance. Lost in gravitation pull and trance. Romance of the ocean water.
Rock beneath my feet, back against the tree. Life flowing between you and me and the sea… The siren of time has taken my soul to where there is no turning back.
Single tree of shelter, overhanging a cliff of uncertainty. Yet here with you beside me…I remain steady as the sea and the rock.
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Fire of the sun, shining from sky. Hourglass of time forever passes by.
Memory has come to blind and eyes to tire, as if staring into flames of the bright ball of fire.
Tears stream down my face. Such a peaceful place. A safe space where I can be held in the warmth of your embrace.
Memory of past years, steam down my face, warm ocean tears.
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Spirit of water, earth, fire, and air. Running her fingers through my hair.
Her hands upon my chest, time seems infinite. I can feel the penetration of her spirit.
Pieces of time, that slip through my fingers. Leaving me with a feeling that lingers.
A phoenix reborn, life no longer stagnant. Eyes open, all three… the picture taking formation with proper placement of the pieces.
Division for the twin flame is all but inevitable.
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Two hearts once again separate
Separate beats
Separate souls
Yet each has taken a new experience with them
A new light in times of uncertainty.
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Sometimes the story has a happy ending
Some flames beat the odds
Some twins split to travel down life’s journey only to reunite again somewhere down the road
Others never see each other again, a sad but true fate…
Yet each twin remains evolved.
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In the end the twin flame experience is one known only to those who have experienced its emotion. Perhaps it is sought and manifested by those who have yet to attain its flame. A true paradox of its existence.
