By Jennifer Hillman
That familiar smile
A wave of love that overwhelms and delights
leaving a sparkle and a grin.
Magic of the unspoken,
the wondering and the knowing
Kiss of home with the mystery
Feeling the hopelessness and possibilities.
At peace with the grin returns
after such a reprieve
the silence was broken with a ripple
I don’t know just how much a simple moment of love
without a touch,
without a look
yet the depth felt in soul outward.
Sipping slowly as the remembrance unfolds
head clear for the first time in coming
blessing to you, dear one
we live in this infinite moment
forever one, always with love.
Time to start again.
The hints, whispers and synchronic signs about connection and the promise as the tidal wave of love followed with the same grin on my face for the rest of the day into my sleep.
The feeling of a warm blanket wrapped around me as I sense your arms around me, here and there, in the distant. I made peace with the situation of the friendship and was done with the madness I had been in, though the madness brought out of me this creative genius I hid at times.
The story is the awareness of the self and the reflection in all its multitude of brilliance and the silent friendship, ever present and yet seemingly unreal. It is more real than my breathing the chill in the morning air as I stare at the sparkling stars, thinking of you with that grin on my face.
Repeating memories as I walk forward and knowing the time is coming to write as I have written hints and find myself avoiding your songs, yet listening to others that seem to bring it all back anyway.
The whispering of the magic fills me from the tips of my soul and touches your soul with that damn grin. I have seen that grin on your face. You know that grin like a child with a secret and using those in between spaces to conceal the truth, yet know that other person will get it. And that is all that matters to you.
Moving in the subtleties as the writing block comes as you search for me, the creative genius we share within the stars and universe of infinity, the unconditional love, and acceptance, the game we play, even though we don’t like the twist of trust at times. The love reminds true.
Inspiration and imagination be our guides in this lifetime.
Believe or not, I trust the magic surrounding me as the grin is persistent and heart opens wide while touching the stars of your heart.
Knowing when you hit the mark with your writing or put a smile on someone’s face, perhaps other than mine. Divine magic keeps me going into the mystery and spiral ascension of the wonders of life.
Yes, it is time again to release the magic within me and breathe the love I know is real.
The magic of love surrounds us when we turn while releasing the doorknob, allowing the sweetness of connection to show a new way outside the box. Creating the true self from the soul, I expand my world of knowing, breaking free through the ceiling and trust the brilliance within me shining out.
Jennifer Hillman is a writer, spiritual teacher/speaker as well and a certified Intuitive Life Coach, Reiki Master. She embraces the experience of life through the simple understanding this is a human experience. As such as embracing the human truth of life, being open to possibilities and writing about the process of reflecting the essences of living the life you can love. She has two published books of poetry, Embracing Souls: Poetry of the Dance and Words of the Heart. She has contributed on Rebelle Society, Huffington Post, Women’s Spiritual Poetry and more. Her website is JenniferHillman.com.
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