I walk
on the sands of time
feeling bereft, and
out of line
with natures
progression,
I, stop, and digest
my vision quest
and, call forth
the winds, a true test…
of our ability
to align
with life’s requests
one step in front
of the other, feeling
the granules beneath, feet
on solid footing,
even when I’m unsure
of the current efforting…as
realization dawns, and
the withdrawn, now gone,
is transformed into something more
than I’ve ever done…
broken wings,
soft and evergreen,
mended,
with the everlastingness
of the sun’s rays,
dancing yellow, and green, they seem
to heal
from
upside down,
as the pain is turned
inside out, and cleaned throughout…
cascading light,
wishing upon a star
from afar, yet
closer, than realization dawns
as the candle drops,
and, hints…by
speaking in
a language of love
forever kissed, I must admit
your scent lingers
in the air,
fair, as memories
become closer to me
than the breath of you near, and
in this instance,
brokenness becomes
something
altogether witnessed
as love
shines forth, and
we become more,
than you and I
have ever experienced…
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feelings
running so deep,
it’s as if the being
calling me forth,
is interested
in fractured ways
of living,
splitting me
in two,
as I continue
to learn more
about the entry
to heavens’ door
located
on this earth,
in this moment
present
to the love within
every being, and
living thing
on this
beautiful planet
pulling me towards
them
with a fervor,
impossible
to ignore
we listen,
hear the heartache,
and,
hold the pieces
of being together
with theirs,
in a dance
of past mistakes,
future worries,
and steps one may take
while
we
call them
present
to the gift
in the stillness
of this
moment
a gift, which
requires quietness,
and listening
with all your might
drawing
upon your intention,
and an inner-knowing
that all of life
is already
alight
I stared
at the screen,
and nothing came
forward,
until
a whisper
of something
quite different
came flying by,
in pure insistence
unannounced
at the time,
was this tiny flicker
of insight,
waiting to be seen
on just
the right night
feeling
first,
is how it works
a stirring,
awaiting
recognition,
as it
makes its way
to the floor outside
our open hearts door
knocking
for entry, realizing
we’re retreating,
it waits,
wonders, and
all the while
saunters,
back and forth
pacing,
and relishing
in the journey
at our hearts very core
sending
messages unheard,
unseen,
yet felt
by those
with the ability
to be free
from constricted sense-
abilities
arising
more,
while numbness
subsides,
resulting in
a most fantastic
grin,
which I adore
ages
come and go,
yet,
wherever
we do travel,
human beings
on this planet
know one thing
for sure
open hearts
have healed
for ages, and
will continue to
far past the time
when
we’ve left this plane
forevermore
I sat down last night to write my diary entry, and, well, nothing came forward. That was, until I opened the document I use to write poetry drafts. Then, this piece came forward. How fun it all is.
Have a beautiful week, everyone.
I point to each
star I see,
wanting to believe
in more
something
beyond the scope
of my
current
ability to cope
with the loss
in my heart,
living there like
a mirage that comes
upon us all at once,
and we stop,
stare, and deeply
revel in a dream
for something
more to be seen…
waiting,
watching,
wondering,
if what we see
is reality, or just
as it seems
blurry, through
the tears that fill
my eyes
continuously,
I seek
shelter,
from the field
of dancing projections
that live within
my minds limited
perfection
and,
the
paradox?
also living
within our heart,
is a capacity
beyond our ability
to comprehend,
so at times, we
pretend
to not notice, yet
the
mobility,
and nobility
once seen
on a movie
screen, now coming
home,
to you and me,
is so wondrous,
we pause, breathe
in the healing
presence, and realize
that all of life’s
dejections,
and, reflections,
live within our hearts
protection
a frozen tundra,
outside,
calling us
to heed, and
answer
questions, not easily
received
yet,
limited capacity
persists, and
recalling them
in their entirety
beguiles us
quietly
we pause,
reflect,
and remember,
who
we are
as we make
our way through
the pain,
and
present dismay
and know
within
the icy cold,
ever present,
and not so distant,
exists
the possibility
of recalling
the knowledge
that resides
deep
in our hearts,
one said,
wisely,
so long ago
unable to grasp
the feeling,
our dwelling
shines
on the inside,
frightening
off the cold, and
bringing forth
the blazing
light, of
our collective
birthright
In response to the WDYS #89 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
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the darkness
envelops me, I
cannot see, sweat
routs my brow,
my heart skips a beat,
and my legs
begin to twitch,
feverishly
fear encases me
wrapped up,
frozen solid, unable
to move, a tear slides
down my face,
and I
realize,
feeling is something
that’s left me
for the time being
numb,
confused,
withdrawn, and
disengaged
from life, love,
and even
the loss
presenting itself
to me
on a daily basis
waiting, and
wanting to know
why this happens,
not being able
to hold on
any longer
as a momentary
pause ensues,
a gift
is given
understanding
dawns,
mind takes
hold,
heart,
explodes, as
light pours forth
and,
the darkness
once fraught
with fear
and anguish
begins to dance
to a language
all its own
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Godly pure clay they came,
shaped then crafted
by environmental ruptures,
connected to Spirit,
adjacent to our home world,
this molded fabric weaves,
through the veil of amnesia.
Cloaked
in a brocade of vibrant colors
and images
of another place and paradigm,
as we left that ruptured line
and connection for a time.
Mirroring parental behaviour,
in the earthly realm,
observative as they are,
education brings the moment we see
children as innately wise and capable beings;
only then can we play along in their world.
Fitting into God’s plan,
to be of service to the divine.
Our invitation?
Shine a light
on all that you find within,
which came prior
to the social necessities laid bare
before you. Reconnection with Truth
is one of the greatest gifts
we can deliver to ourselves, and
all the rest of the fauna
and flora we find
everywhere.
Breaking the chains of illusion
necessitate the
familiarization with the Atman,
residing within the chambers
of the heart.
Seeded offspring from the
universal intelligence,
when you utter, leave an impression
on the young,
allowing them to embody
and fully love
who they have become.
To see the magical in the all
and be the teachers of the old by
remembering what you already know,
which lives within, and is free and clear.
Another lovely collaboration between Amber of DiosRaw and myself. We hope you enjoyed it as much as we did writing it!
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