time slows down, just like a train
entering the service station, as
light refracts off a mix of glass diamonds…
cut differently all,
as colors bleed through them,
and out the other side,
pouring love into the universe, by design…
we watch
with rapt awe and attention,
as love is transmitted via the chrysalis,
through the atmospheric tension,
and into the hearts of every part of living creation…
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a dream,
mind conjures, as
intuition blossoms, and
reflects upon
conditioned aspects
of time borrowed…
harsh
as they seem
we grew through
the pain and agony…
trials and tribulations
abound, as we recount
each moment, and, at times, drown
in the feelings
swallowing us whole,
like a magical black hole….
spinning vortex,
light withdrawn,
senses expand, reaching
out for a hand
to hold onto at last…
breathing in life’s energy,
we wrestle with time,
and the nature
of the agonies
written upon
the sands
of our collective destinies…as
light shows back up,
speaking in the language
of love lost, pain healed, and
compassion given out, to all those that shout,
curse at the skies, and wonder why…
as deep inside,
we recognize our face
in the collection of pictures
we see in the mirror
of our humanity,
as we (re)adjust within
and get ready to again begin…
I watch,
listen,
and learn more,
as the forest
comes alive, and
the
vibrancy
emanating off
the floor,
speaks to me
in a language
never heard before…
light
dancing
with darkness,
as shadows
glow, and speak
of transcendence
leaves fall,
while I sprawl,
and continue
to listen
to two hearts,
intertwined now,
just like two vines,
dancing forevermore
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the darkness
envelops me, I
cannot see, sweat
routs my brow,
my heart skips a beat,
and my legs
begin to twitch,
feverishly
fear encases me
wrapped up,
frozen solid, unable
to move, a tear slides
down my face,
and I
realize,
feeling is something
that’s left me
for the time being
numb,
confused,
withdrawn, and
disengaged
from life, love,
and even
the loss
presenting itself
to me
on a daily basis
waiting, and
wanting to know
why this happens,
not being able
to hold on
any longer
as a momentary
pause ensues,
a gift
is given
understanding
dawns,
mind takes
hold,
heart,
explodes, as
light pours forth
and,
the darkness
once fraught
with fear
and anguish
begins to dance
to a language
all its own
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Linger in places
We dare not
Look, and
Yet they continue
To follow, like a
Mirror
Top to bottom
You move this way
It moves that
Way-
-ward toward another
Glimpse of beauty
In repose
Of
The splendor at
Your door
Afraid to answer
One and all
And, yet
The call comes again
And, again,
Without
A
Forestalled lingering
Imagination
Full
Of
Contemplation, and, yes
Even remorse
And, of
Course
Alone you are not
In your journey
Toward the
Lighted
Hall
As your shadow
Dances at the ball
Intertwined with
You,
Hand-and-hand
Just like a
Prefect
Symphony
As they play their
Last tune, and the
Music fades to black
The shadow is part
Of you, friend,
Embrace it
With a
Fervor of no
Compare
And, rest easy
In knowing this
Dance will last
As the shadow plays
With light in
A splendid
Contrast
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