Seed upon seed
tossed amongst thee
yes
let the seeds be tossed
to make us be
History being told
upon the makings of the old
history upon religion
being tossed upon the old
Ohh,,, only the seed
blended upon thee
makes any sense to me
the physicality of a seed
tossed upon the soil
water dampening
to make thee
ok
paint upon paint
yet no mistake
it was you who made me
paint upon paint
your YOUR inspiration
inspired upon me
yes
see
my paintings
upon imaginations
so no it wasn't me inspiring you
it was YOU inspiring me
take it my friend
to a love so deep within
a love where no words exist
only the magical mist
of knowing
we exist
beyond words
beyond reason
yes
we
exist
inspiring all
upon the beauty
of a snow covered mountain


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