{"id":879,"date":"2010-11-26T22:09:07","date_gmt":"2010-11-27T03:09:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/879\/imagining-flexwriters-friday-flexindiscover-the-mystic-in-you\/"},"modified":"2010-11-26T22:09:07","modified_gmt":"2010-11-27T03:09:07","slug":"imagining-flexwriters-friday-flexindiscover-the-mystic-in-you","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/879\/imagining-flexwriters-friday-flexindiscover-the-mystic-in-you\/","title":{"rendered":"“Imagining” — Flexwriters “Friday Flexin’\/Discover the Mystic in You”"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\n<\/span><\/span>\"\"
\n <\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Imagining
\n<\/strong>
\nI can only imagine
\nhow it would be
\nto dance among
\nthe poppies of Spring
\nupon wings of butterflies,
\nlingering for a while
\nto inhale the beauty
\nof the blossoms there.<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And if I could soar
\nwith the seabirds
\nout over the sea
\nand glide upon
\ntrade winds to
\nplaces far away,
\nI can only imagine
\nhow it would be.
\nOr to hitch a ride
\non the tail of a kite
\nand drift up so high
\nand to sit on the edge
\nof clouds of cotton
\nwith sunbeams
\nshining upon my face.<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

But content I am
\nto dream sweet dreams
\nof night as day has
\nmelted into the night
\nand mystical melodies
\nsing me to sleep and
\nangels’ wings carry me
\non moonbeams and
\nstarshine to the edge
\nof night and toward
\na new day and dawn.<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And as I begin a brand new day,
\nI can only imagine how it would be.<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

(c) bak 11-26-10
\nbarbara kausteklis<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Written for Flexwriters “Friday Flexin’\/
\nDiscover the Mystic in You.”<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The following link will take you there
\nwhere you can participate by posting
\nyour writing and images in the comments:<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

http:\/\/www.myspace.com\/flexwriterscafe\/blog\/540912204<\/a><\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Imagining I can only imagine how it would be to dance among the poppies of Spring upon wings of butterflies, lingering for a while to inhale the beauty of the blossoms there. And if I could soar with the seabirds out over the sea and glide upon trade winds to places far away, I can […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10,21,2,29],"tags":[89,60,90,91,4],"class_list":["post-879","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life","category-literature","category-other","category-poems","tag-barbarak","tag-flexwriters","tag-fwc","tag-peace","tag-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/879","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=879"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/879\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=879"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=879"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=879"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}