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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complicated
memories,
like scenes
in an
uncommon mystery
dejection gives way,
reflection
comes,
and inside
we feel
that glow again, nay
fire,
burning bright,
without naught,
is alright
making sense
becomes
simpler,
holding the promise
of yesteryear
a kiss,
and a wish,
given to you, silently
whilst you slept,
nestled
so lovingly,
without notice
or a commingled
promise kept
two hearts
beat as one,
as light
enters the room,
shattering
the fragments
of loss felt
and, then
there’s
what’s left…
you
and me,
forever true,
as we finally say,
I love you
beauty unseen
in despair,
felt like a lead weight
across my chest,
and inside my heart, blessed
forevermore
is known, yet
time stood still
for a moment, grown
and,
unbeknownst to me
lasting an eternity…
felt
deep inside,
trees look at me, and
shake their limbs, they see
the magic
living inside of
every moment,
even those that feel
so solemn and swollen
with feelings
bound together,
configured
like a mass of pressure
growing
stronger over time,
unable to realize
the thread’s end
lives inside
awaiting a kindness,
often seen in my dreams,
I recollect all those
lost feelings, and
begin to pull the thread
closer to me
and,
as the thread comes forth,
the pressure subsides,
as the tears wash away
the pain of yesterday
so gray, and
at the same time
lighted rays fill my heart
with gratitude,
may I stay?
is a question
needed not,
leave off the clamour,
for its inside this space
where we’ll find the answer
heart bared,
and transfigured,
manipulated,
just like a trigger
pulled on
again, and again
I often
asked myself
then
where
did this
story begin…
in a
deserted
landscape, devoid
of senses, and
flushed
with ambiguity
we reflect
upon
those moments,
with a zeal
and flourish
and,
understand
today, they
kept us away
from the connection
we felt,
deep inside
actions
eluding us,
unable to take
ahold of
the unity dealt,
however, aligned
in
the presence,
and
knowing,
always arising, yet
unable to abide
in our heart’s center,
so bold and kind
and, years later…
the knowing
did not subside,
rather, it
grew deeper, and
shined forth,
just like
a star-
spangled night
the river runs
north and south,
feeling the drift
of the current begin,
letting go
of the trembling within
for now…
discovering
more on the banks,
eddies sharply tasked
with creating stability,
loose leaves raining down,
cascading,
for deliriums sake
a break…
not far away,
stowed, and a little
out of control
wanting to resign,
as the love
of my life
passes by
walking
along the shore,
greeting the love,
missed by a kiss,
forevermore, remiss
the light…
cascades
through the trees,
dancing, and
entrancing,
so majestically
touching
the being withdrawn
from within, so…
let us begin…
dreams
unfulfilled,
feeling shrill
and unable
to grasp
the complexities
of life’s
myriad trajectories
balance
in mind, not
available, feelings
spinning out of control
so miserably
tears
dried up,
like the desert
prior to a new monsoon,
while the moon
looks on with
gentleness
through
the
gloom, as
light
cascades
into my heart,
and, tears begin
to come forth,
a newness is defined
in terms
not known,
bearing seeds
already sown
Have a blessed Sunday and coming week, everyone.
I flitter
at the moon’s
presence
within my
aboded center
as
nostalgia
runs deep, like a
never-ending crater
while I sleep
and,
dream of
places far from
imagination,
yet all hiding
within
our hearts center
of creation
following
the line in the sand,
I trail behind,
and ask for a plan
and,
in the silence,
a mirror image
remerges
of you and me, glowing
brightly,
just like
the moon nightly
bright, brilliant,
and full of promises
to be given,
as we stop,
and listen
to the breeze
that glistens
heart centered,
beating
strong,
while the body
begins
to break,
from the myriad
turmoil,
cast about
during the time
we’ve been drawn out
from
our misery
and
preoccupation
with all
life’s reasons
looking
for answers,
we search
high and low,
and,
ask everyone
we know
yet,
what
we get back
doesn’t portend
to all
we’ve been told
confusion
sets in,
and all at once
we lose our grin
and,
become grim
though,
as we hold
tight to the
knowing inside
we,
begin
to contemplate….
and,
inside
our heart’s
desire,
we find
the key, and
unlock
the mystery
of the self
that inspires,
and is made of fire
exhaling,
we regain
a loss
never so,
and, give thanks
as
our grin
returns,
we nod
our heads, and
thank
our hearts,
in an
ode
as silently known
something always
draws me
to the page,
sort of like
a moth to a flame
tiny flickering
of insight,
ignites within,
and we’re off
on a whim
Yiruma’s,
Sunset Bird
playing
on my headset,
least I forget
the inspiration
that lives on…
in this
beautiful worlds
shedding
of blessings
all-around,
which,
we can see
when we
stay present,
sound,
and
grounded
in the reality
we know
is there, even if,
and when,
we are
unawares
it’s lovely
to contemplate
our existence
on this
planet spinning
through space
round,
and,
round
we go, where
will we stop,
nobody truly knows,
yet,
there
is a knowing,
for you and I,
if we
silently abide
in
that
which we feel
on the
loneliest of nights
chilled
to the bone,
with no hand
to hold
but our own
and, even
then,
my dear friends,
know,
you are
not alone,
in this galaxy
far from
space,
as the human
connection
we share
is anything
but commonplace
each
has
their own gift
to shed,
and when
exposed to the light,
it is truly
beyond compare,
and, oh, so bright
there, there,
then,
on those
lonely nights,
we all have them,
fear, and fright,
abound,
yet
what’s
truly astounding,
is the feeling
I get when I’m
connected within,
and, to
all my friends,
and, yes,
that’s you
reading this
before
you’re off to bed
a lullaby
for you instead
sleep well,
my
dear ones,
and never forget,
time is always there,
and we are
never, ever,
second best,
only ever truly blessed
the sky bleeds
each day,
renewing
itself in its journey,
which, yes,
is sometimes
frayed around
the edges, and is also
pure warmth
in its acceptance
of
a knowing
we hold
deep inside,
which,
reminds us to
look
to the sky, in
times of worry,
knowing we shall
see all of ourselves
in the glory we behold
on an early morning
sun rising,
golden delight,
washing the daytime
woes away,
with a single brushstroke
of warmth,
and rays,
filling the volumes
of our souls
with an everlasting
energy, and healing presence,
especially when
we are
feeling sad, and
so diminished
so,
when we
are quaking, and
in need of safety,
remember,
to look up, and
allow the light
to enter
your heart,
and
wash away
all the fears that
we continue to
hold dear
Shadowlight Words 