Walking Beyond The Streetlight

walking

The sounds: tree frogs and crickets.

The smell: the breath of a humid forest.

The sights: silhouettes of trees against the darkness, a light at the end of the tunnel.

The touch: ambient, I feel the same as things feel upon me, like I belong here.

The taste: clean, pure, no ashes from rising (again).

The experience stays with me as I return home: calm, room temperature and collected.

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6 thoughts on “Walking Beyond The Streetlight

  1. Great read
    both the piece before and this
    Simply and to the point
    Just the way I like it
    Thank you for your comments
    On my poem that Tony show case
    See you on the other side of creativity
    Sheldon

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  2. I hope the feeling and all the wonderful senses stay with you for a long time. Calm, room temperature and collected. 🙂 🙂

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    1. I think this line comes from a Beastie Boys song “I am illing to be chilling”. I think I am ready now to be garnished and presented on a platter (a platter of LOVE!) 🙂 More love, Harlon

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  3. I agree Derrick, it was really invigorating having them all fired up and connected. This is what living and feeling alive is all about. I appreciate you dropping by. Enjoy, Harlon

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