At the brink of yesteryear,
Lives a heart with many chambers,
Living the still art of inner ear.
Cycles of wisdom renew the old.
How can there be mistakes
When everything has the same goal.
Each moment’s decision,
Becomes the next moment lived,
The next moment unfolded
Within quantum’s pyramid.
Cycles of wisdom used to choose,
Become the chooser and the chosen,
And the choice which is never new,
Destiny lived can never loose, fate is due.
Everything evolves,
From old wisdom renewed as wise,
The newly wiser transforms the old,
The old, a shinier version of what was new.
Receptivity of wombs, seeds, bodies,
Relaxing, opening to effectively please,
Growing more wisdom in the choices,
Creating more wisdom in the release.
~~ Other People's Fingerprints ~~
In 2021, Ann Buxie wrote and read;
"Fantastic is from the word fancy -
meaning to make visible,
(by imagination),
to bring to light."
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