Walking the Bull

Today the blue sky jerked me out the door as if it had grabbed a ring in my nose, it pulled me up the hill in a hurry.  
The mustard had grown taller than me, a monarch butterfly led, the lizards scrambled as I crossed their loosely kept thresholds.
Slow
Breath
Realize
The beauty feeding this moment through these eyes into veins of soul. 
Absorbing
Feeling
Flowing
Trickling down these solid legs into the very ground where the mustard is rooted.
Seeded
Deep
Growth
Into flower which meets the sky
Which draws me up the hill
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    • Teal Rowe
      Teal Rowe says:

      Yes Anonymous! It is those same bright shiny stars that tumble… down through the funnel…. of the brain….energizing….spark ….out of fingertips….splattering dark ink…..onto a page-
      And Anonymous, I Thank You.

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