Sweet Child of Mine, Never Wait.



Vast Sea, rolls,
Space, time, eternal
She who never waits.

Rhythm sings, simply Be
the road, open, calls.
Wonder, full rises, curves
as line lyric white,
chapters shift and Our laughter,
Our Music,
waits for no One.

These rare creations
depths of Fire, her Earth,
These words, we feel, we flow,
We See, We Know.

This Portal
This Place
This Imagination,
This Heart of Her Patient Growth.
We rest in vast wisdom, alive,
always moving,
see.

This Beauty Her Eye
This Tempest Storm,
Our Air, This Dream, Our Art
Called A Fluid Life
Who Never
Waits.

by Tony Searl

Thank you MCS

LIGHT HEARTED 💕 LIFE’S SENSUALITY

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