You ask me to ‘go with the flow’
then I say with a wink,
‘yeah, I do, and the flow always leads me to you…’
That flow though…
Free-flow, infinite and unfiltered writing where words naturally unfurl. Words that convey a sense of sensitivity and touch, through prose and poetry, written conversation and connection, sweet or silly little rhymes that instantly evoke a smile.
It’s a river tracing lines across pebbles and stones enveloped by allure, placating every fine detail as the waters verge towards the sea.
Free-flow.
Then there’s free-fall, the sensation of invigoration and infatuation, of acceleration and anticipation, of excitement and exhilaration.
Sometimes it’s writing and talking until sunrise because we feel inspired, it’s falling in love with sunshine and moonlight, sharing moments in time and suddenly coming alive. Most times, it’s as simple as being there with and for each other that we bring ourselves to life.
Free-fall.
Waterfall.
The river at the waterfall, the anticipation of it all, that breathtakingly deep breath as we free-flow into free-fall. Breaking through the banks of embankments, flowing with certainty and direction, racing over raging rapids, gliding effortlessly through canals of rocks and roots rooted in those crevices.
Plunging trustingly into a plunge pool perfectly submerged, unperturbed by the magnitude of sudden upsurge, penetrating waves unwaveringly merge and converge, percolating waters free-flow with the surge.
…that breathtaking breath as waves take to the waters and emerge…
…as a sea with an incandescent shoreline of nature’s refined design, where waters embrace sunlight and glisten under its shine.
Free-fall into free-flow.
Where the river flows into the sea, the body of water embodies. Encompassing as the waves and waters merge into one another, enchanting as a greeting where shorelines slowly immerse in each other. A gentle force of nature ever so natural and unforced, free-falling and rising with the rhythm of the seas, free-flowing as the river and sea become the ocean.
Free-flow into free-fall.
Free-fall into free-flow.
MG
You ask me to ‘go with the flow’ then I say with a wink
what we both know is true,
‘Yeah, I do, and the flow always leads me to you…’
That flow though…
(scheduled post, expanded from poetic prose originally written some days ago)
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