sitting in the open sea
watching the tide rescue the myriad
relations of me
my heart transcends the fibrous moon
as crawling beneath the flowers
I bloom
looking toward another aspect of truth
the fragrance of turmoil and pain still strewn
while glistening in the rain
are you
Photo by leonardodpf, Pixabay
Though we often
Feel apart,
Watching life as a
Rhyme,
And start
Of new events
Replacing old,
There’s always something
To behold,
A common thread,
Once pulled, now
Unspooled, it
Is the measure
Of our deepest
Pleasure
As entities,
Close together,
With a flaming heart,
Which is a
A golden part
Of our humanity,
Beholden, with
The prosperity for which
We owe our deepest faith
And gratitude
A connection
That never waivers,
And, yes, is often clever
As we dance from
Afar, it seems
As if we’re alone, yet
That’s the grandest part
For, we are forever
Connected, even in our
Darkest hour, when we are
Left alone, and feel dejected
Please dive deep
And take heart, and,
Remember, my friend,
We’re never apart
For that thread is always
There, simply pull on it once,
And even twice, yes, you can also
Do it thrice if needed,
All that’s really required,
Is to hold onto the knowledge,
That everything on this planet
Has always been and will
Forever be connected.
They come,
And sometimes
We run away
Looking for a bright
And shiny nether day
Or return
To our birth, which is
A place of renewal
Created
With all the splendor
And accrual of a
Very fine mural
Where we see
All that was before, and
What’s to come, displayed
At the door, present
To the very eyes we adore
A history of a life lived
In kind, not rewind,
And yet we sometimes
Anxiously await a return
To the past
Even though we know
The moment won’t last
We still envy that space
Delivered, and
Yes, we even sometimes
Quiver with anticipation
An emancipation
From times
That can feel scary, and
Even withdrawn where
We may become quite wary
Remember that life
Is but a dream, lived
A gift and true sublime trist
With all that we see and feel
Both we may call real
Sometimes it may be easy, and
It may also make us feel
Quite queasy, and unsure
Yet please be reassured
That both
Are at opposite ends
Of a single spectrum
A dream, I reckon, yes,
And shall I progress?
Alas, I’ll digress
For the moment, and
Finally say
To let come what may
Because in the end
All is needed
Even when
We can’t quite concede it
Twas childhood days,
Once betrayed, and
As a part of our current dismay
Of times gone by
As we try to recreate, a time
And place of forgotten space, and
Distant landscape
A notion of a potion,
We’ve pulled forward
In an effort to alleviate our emotion
Of a common commotion
Of a mind restless and eager
To anticipate a thread, of the
Bed we’ve made bare
Though we do not dare
To tread alone into the emptiness
And stare
Out at the majesty which is there
We need not compare this day
With times gone by,
Instead
Practice the release
Of the surcease, during
This winters masterpiece
Of a life once known to be at peace
For peace is always there,
A comfort for your care, so, please
Always remember you
Are a child of the Lord’s Prayer.
What do you see
When you look in my eyes
Of times gone by
Or times yet to be
Questions you have
About that which was grand
And though they are
Present
Please don’t forget
A full life-lived
Knows
That with what was
grand and noble
Comes also, the
Drab and ignoble
Love knows, and
Embraces both
For love we are
Forevermore,
Trying for something more
Is nevermore
For Sadje’s prompt WDYS #52.
Be well everyone.
When dreams are more real
Than reality
And reality is more like a dream
Take care, and
Don’t despair
Forever long you may
Grieve
It’s not about time
For time
Is the illusion of all time
Rest in knowing
What’s there
And fair
Consider that dreams
Are as real
As reality feels
Both an illu-story
We think
Instead of act
Yet experience
Is where it’s at
and, there’s nothing more
Real than that
Out of our heads
Like a matrix
For the dead
Alive you can be
And true to become
By living instead
Think not of the hardships
For yours are
The same for all
As we each set sail
Develop. Inspire. Transform. 