full cycle

On the eve of sacred birth,
wisdom shines above,
and clapping in appreciation,
we cheer love’s graceful satisfaction.

A full cycle intent on love,
awake to all the wheel,
my gaze relaxed in sweet repose,
conscious of the feel,
and all put down as heart dictates,
journaling lover’s ride.

Built up potential now releasing,
racing down the hill,
to thunder through an icy spray,
screaming toboggan run,
and rolling in fresh powder,
feeling natural force and power,
all laughing this celebration,
heartfelt exhilaration.

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