Water, transfixed in
mind, ruminations abound
as life mirrors back.
Haiku #24
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About
Some see a bent tree,
and they think it’s me. Little
do they know,
there imagining me,
just like in a dream.
You see me,
I see you,
we are all a part of this
Universally
accepted thing.
A collection of parts,
one and all, making up
the entire whole.
Next time you’re
out and about,
and you’re wondering
how it’s all carried out,
remember me,
for I’m a living and breathing
reflection
of the very thing,
you’ve been thinking about.
In response to Friday Fun – bent from Aroused, by CalmKate.
The Dance Dances A Life of Its Own
This poem is a collaboration with DiosRaw, which is a wonderfully insightful website, and inspirational blog. I had a great time writing this poem with Amber. We hope you enjoy it!
Disguised within
the might of words lies silence
that speaks
inwardly, with
a spark reserved for the rendering
of our collective hearts.
Beneath
the surface,
the
words we ink, spill our surrender into authentic seeing
between
the spaces in momentum being, created inside that expanse at your center.
Be clear, my dear,
the way of opening is already
here,
just take a look at those concepts
you hold close,
transcending
into non-dual consciousness,
meaningful
and meaningless abstractions superimpose.
One on top of the other,
in a dance of mutuality and
complete singularity, so
breathe in deep, be silent,
and let those words go.
Do not mock a pain you have not endured,
you walk in shoes of yours
to express into words
the meaning of experience you chose,
once adopted these concepts we call words,
live a life of their own, dancing from within to the
page in a steady stream of consciousness
via the law of attraction, instead of simple reaction.
Reflected in the multifaceted mirror,
scattered fractals of the all,
squeezing the essence of awareness into our scripts,
fear not your own beauty in your creations,
for the dancer creates the dance to be danced.
Elfje #2
Green
The lake
During the day
Reflected mirror of me
Shimmering
Shadows
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
