The Dance Dances A Life of Its Own

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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.


#poetry, #concepts, #consciousness, #creation, #dance, #expression, #lawofattraction, #life, #love, #meaning, #mirror, #nature, #poem, #poems, #self, #words

Haiku #16

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wind blows with gale force,
waves crash into the sand, I
submit in awe, love.

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#poetry, #haiku, #love, #nature, #ocean, #poem, #sea, #waves, #wind

Tanka #10

sit, watch, and wait, while
the Universe explains the
scene unfolding, and
the mystery within, as
one moment becomes the next.

In response to the WDYS #76 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.

#poetry, #contemplation, #cosmos, #introspection, #life, #love, #meditation, #mystery, #nature, #poem, #poems, #tanka, #universe, #wdys76

Gift

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Sitting, I ponder the nature of our
existence. Quiet mind, not a noise found
anywhere, silent, stillness, and so much
brilliance.

It fills my entire being with joy, of such
immenseness, at times it’s hard to actually
say more than this.

And, the more I learn, in fact, it seems
it’s in the saying less where we find out
what’s best.

It feels like it’s taken me an eternity to learn
this truth. Yet, it’s really only been one moment
since I was just a youth.

Time is funny that way, wouldn’t you say?

Long and drawn out in times of great stress,
or when we are simply unsure how to handle
life’s continuous tests.

And,

Short and awfully quick, in times when we
are in a hurry, rushing from here to there,
without even giving the scenery a second stare.

There is a third way, however, to see and experience,
all that surrounds you. It’s seen when we slow down,
and are present to each moment,
caring for them as if they were the only gift
that could possibly prevent our descent.

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Heed

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At times I am filled with such deep
Emotion, it’s like my body has stopped
Working and the commotion running through
Me isn’t being sifted, instead I’m being through the
Heavens lifted.

An entirely different plane fills me, and I wonder
What it all means. Just for a second though,
as the tide turns, and the emotion that’s run through me
Is turning the corner, looking for more stormy weather
Out at sea.

The clouds open up, the lightning flashes, and
The thunder rumbles, and the depths pull at me
With such vigor, I become perplexed, and do not
Dither.

Instead I move with the dance, allowing it to cast
Me as is willed. Knowing that the play’s still playing,
And the last act’s not retiring, nay, still moving onto
Another scene, and I start praying.

Softly, silently, asking for guidance, knowing that
It’s always been there, and will forevermore be clear.
Even on stormy days, when the weather continues
On it’s own way, and we continue to play, and, to not
Be led astray.

Be all that you may, my dear, and let life fill you
As needed. It’s all we can do at times, just be, and let
Your soul heed it.

#poetry, #contemplation, #emotions, #heed, #introspection, #life, #love, #nature, #poems, #reflection, #stormyweather

Haiku #15

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sun rises slow, I
breathe in the last of night, and
wait, the sky aflame.

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#poetry, #breathe, #haiku, #life, #love, #nature, #night, #poem, #sky, #sun

Unseen

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As I close my eyes to the sky,
and breathe in deep, it occurs to me
that time as we understand it has stopped
belaboring me, while the vastness before me
unfolds and expands with a specialness that will
withstand all contrivances that the mind has planned.

Disrupting the pattern created over millennia,
I watch silently, as the breath moves in and out of
my body, and my heart slows down, to match the
hidden, and ever so mysterious criteria.

Listen and believe in the unseen, for even when
in doubt you can be sure that there is clout and
integrity in the system of stars and constellations that
remains, at times, hidden, yet always smitten.

And at others, it’s all we can do to catch a glimpse
of that magical consideration, and watch
as the dance of the cosmos plays out,
and all our dreams come about.

Believe, I say, in the unseen, and dream big right
into that emptiness, knowing all the while that
that vastness is where all of life’s
greatest gifts are awaiting your
focused attention, and future
dissemination.

In response to the WDYS #75 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.

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Tanka #9

ponder existence,
contemplate and meditate
on the nature that
surrounds you, while moving in
the silent dance of intrigue
and one imagination.

#poetry, #contemplation, #imagination, #introspection, #meditation, #nature, #oneness, #poem, #ponder, #tanka

Consider

As I walk, I always wonder.

Wonder about the path underfoot,
gravely in spots, wet and muddy like another,
and semi-solid in some others.

Ponder the present, all that I see,
yes, beneath me, and also out in front in that lea.
Tall grass swaying in the wind, brushing each other,
like kith and kin, a dance of the neighborly ties that bring
us together in every kind of weather.

Fascinated by all that I hear, off in the distance,
and more close with such persistence. Overwhelming
at times, just like a nursery rhyme read aloud to the young.
All grown up now, lost in the brilliance of each moment
together under the sun.

Astonished by all that I feel, a gentle breeze, cold
and prickly on the skin, rustling goose bumps from
their slumber, as I along lumber.

Amazed at all that I smell, that flower off yonder,
and the fresh fragrance of the tiled blue mosaic,
encapsulating the essence of herbs and spices,
as I continue to wander.

Senses are interesting to figure,
as they continue to flitter.
All of the above bring joy to my being,
filling me with a knowing of all
that’s bigger.

A moment and an eternity,
all wrapped up in one precious instant, so
when you’re next out and about,
please don’t forget to consider.

#poetry, #brilliance, #consider, #fascination, #humanity, #life, #love, #nature, #poem, #poems, #reality, #senses, #time

Heal

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The piano plays, just like a display,
And, yes, sometimes, I do feel flayed,
And swayed by my emotional state.

Coming in waves at times, overwhelmed
And feeling lost in translation, or, rather,
Maybe it’s best in preparation for the next
Round, say, did you call?

Or, was that just a whisper of something
I thought I caught on a second chance,
No need for romance, it’s all as it should be
In this dance. We’ve moved on from the choreography,
And are now simply living in full blown practicality.

Just as it is. See. Simple. And, not. Oh, what
A paradox, and yet, it’s not even that, my friend. It’s simply
This, this moment here with you, typing what comes, and becoming
What’s, from the start, always been the end plot.

I could be remiss, second-guessing
all that I’ve missed, and guess what,
that’s also been done and sealed with a kiss.

Of love forevermore, for the losses and also
For the light that blossoms in my heart, as time
Passes, and aging happens.

Be still when you have a moment, reflect
And heal those wounds deep in your soul,
For the love you feel will bloom even more.

#poetry, #contemplation, #healing, #introspection, #life, #love, #nature, #poem, #poems, #reflection