Impulse

--by Lilly Fluger

Resting quiet in the morning grace
Gentle urges ripple outward
tickling the shores of desire
nudging the body to action

 

A trickling impulsion sent from the soul
a small wave cresting into sparkling shape
lapping softly with yearning
quietly coaxing creation
cajoling all life into being
threading desire with becoming

 

 Resting quiet in the moments grace
An impulse born in time and space.

 

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