I fell through the mirror once, and on the other side,
was you, hands clasped, and folded
neatly, you did always keep me
completely,
and
as
flowers fell from the sky, you gently made your way forward,
took my hand in yours, and then, the
question of my existence
spread…
arising in mind, the answer flooding my heart, as love
blossomed like the sun, retiring me to your
awaiting arms
the resonance, now,
won…
Photo by akirEVarga, Pixabay
the day
the secret came,
the rain
was full of cane
sugary sweet,
just like
the imagery
you create
visual astounding,
as my heart
continues pounding,
looking after
the effects
of the love that came
calling, is resounding
to you, me,
and the timeless
freedom we grasp,
when with each other, we seem
full
of a wonder
beckoning us forward,
mirroring the beauty seen
in nature’s preponderance, a dance
in-between, just so…
as we
begin again,
and learn more,
the shore,
like a diamond,
reminding us, of
the connectedness
of the love at our core…
freedom
feels like
water pouring
through my fingers,
gently escaping
the limitations
of a love
from before,
as we transcend
what was,
in favor of
what is to become,
in the future, heretofore
nevermore, only
ever forevermore…
Photo by Steve Halama on Unsplash
multicolored
feathers,
reminiscent of
multifaceted
pressures, and
as time passes, we
learn more,
and discover,
the nature
of our belief
in each other, just
as the trees
talk to us
about love lost, wayward
for a time,
now found,
a mirror image
of me, I see,
holding fast
and forever free, in
the
love felt
between
the me,
I see
in you,
and
the you,
I see, in me…
In response to the WDYS #98 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Photo by Jonah Pettrich @Unsplash
Water, transfixed in
mind, ruminations abound
as life mirrors back.
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.
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.
Green
The lake
During the day
Reflected mirror of me
Shimmering
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
