December 13, 2009
By Saleena Salango GOLD, Mountlake Terrace, Washington
Saleena Salango GOLD, Mountlake Terrace, Washington
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Inhale, exhale.
Breathe: Inhale, exhale--
Air that dries the back of your throat
Inhale, exhale...

Listen, just listen.
You hear it?
moaning walls
and leaky faucets
and clocks tick and cars race past and night calls
and through it all--
That voice. My voice.
I'm here, always.
Listen, just listen...

Open your eyes.
And see:
Total, honest, unadulterated existence.
Moving shapes, visible even in the dim light.
Your eyes are portals, let reality in.
Can you see me?
Open your eyes...

Now, move.
Stretch yourself as far as you can go.
Pull yourself in tight.
That ease, that control,
It's called grace.

And touch,
Use your hands and feel.
Feel this.
Feel warmth spreading outwards
from your core, your heart, to your fingertips.
Feel you and I, together.

with me, live.
I want you to live.

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on Sep. 1 2010 at 10:26 am
ramnapotter PLATINUM, Toronto, Other
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Favorite Quote:
“Write to be understood, speak to be heard, read to grow...”

Hmmm . Beautiful . So so utterly beautiful .


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