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The moon was bright the night before,
The sixth of June, the pool was warm,
And I was born again under the water.
Imagining the liquid flowing through me,
Washing the inside clean and cooling my core.
I let out the air and sank to the floor,
Sitting on the bottem motionless with a wish.
It was this aquatic monk meditating within,
That gave me the ability to be with the fish,
And now I can swim with the fins I've been given,
As far as any boat could ever have taken me.

Now I have healing powers in feeling, and ribbons,
To tie to my wrists to remember this day of June.
I am, in spirit, in bloom... and,
I have created plenty of room in there to share.
And now that I've tuned my own inner instrument,
I turn attention to you, my wife.
This life is hours long, and after we're gone,
We only leave behind bone and teeth.
I think... no one needs to be reminded to breath.
I think... it's best to be and lie, before we believe.
So when the skin is peeling only think "thank you",
For revealing all the untouched beauty beneath.

Full moon medication will come to you soon.
You'll heal but, probably,
You'll feel worst before your best can begin.
Through your heart the getting better will start,
Without any thought about a spot on your skin.

Think about what you want to be beautiful.
Know that it all comes from what is within.  


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--Last edited by Brian Bob on 2009-06-06 03:13:17 --