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 meโฆ
In response to the WDYS #98 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Photo by Jonah Pettrichย @Unsplash
fields
of memories glean
and, the water tower
sits at the center
of a love that is greater
than
what we purported
to know, as the grass
grows taller, and we stay
a little while longer
sitting
in each otherโs
presence, while the birds
among the trees
sing love songs
to each other, called forever
and
a moment
together, is worth more
than all the gold
laid down
inside the rock
a millennia ago
when last
there was a time
that stopped
stood still
just like,
my heart
when youโre near
close
enough
to feel youโre
presence on my face
breathing
and whispering
something
into outer space,
as I await
your warm embrace
heart
beating fast,
faster,
and then faster,
slowing down
not an option,
nor is the feeling
in my gut, protracted,
and put back
together again,
without much in the way
of a knowing,
as our beautiful sun
keeps glowing
without protection,
breeze blows me
one way,
and then another,
reelingโฆ
and,
then,
Iโm feeling,
light and heavy
all at the same
time,
is this a paradox
in healing, or
is there
something else here,
and Iโm just not sensitive
enough
to know itโs presence
within my heartโs beating?
breathing,
a memory,
a hint of something
in store,
stirs me from the floor,
and all at once,
I feel for
everyone,
and everything
weโve called our home
since timeโs
memory came
into
my very core
notice not coming,
and,
deep down,
the shift
in awareness
creates contemplation
once more
a sigh,
a smile, and,
the revelation
creates continuity
in being,
breathing
the awareness in,
I take all of life within,
and seal this day
with a silent prayer,
and a heart
filled to the brim
Head under water,
necessitates
another way of being,
while the paradox of life
keeps on playing.
Hard to breathe,
lungs burning,
heart aching,
all the while,
the mind
keeps
straying.
Tears fall,
while hope
lingers
along my fingers.
A subtle touch,
and feeling returns
to the essence
of my being.
While drenched
in my solitude,
the connection
remains
among you.
Like the birth
of a flower,
time is now
flourishing
without heartache
or sorrow.
And,
as time skips a beat,
love finds me,
cradles me
with care,
and in that moment,
I know,
Iโm not beyond repair.
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Have you ever felt
a ripple in time;
or experienced
time slow down enough,
itโs as if this moment
and the next
are imbued
with a singularity
of all of our
collective beingness?
Walking, pondering,
and reflecting
upon lifeโs mysteries,
Iโm at once, called forth
toward a challenge,
and a promise,
given to me when
I was younger,
and a whole lot bolder.
And, as time
spills through my hands,
I watch
as it moves
toward the earth,
being called
to the place of its birth.
And, in this moment,
time becomes
something altogether
extraordinary,
birds sing louder,
the sky opens up,
and there is a shower,
of tears
that pour down,
drenching me to my very core.
And,
as the tears
fall from the sky,
thereโs no need
to wonder why
I feel this deep connection
to all of lifeโs
manifestations.
Now,
as time slows down,
more, and more,
I smile bigger
than ever before.
Sitting in this stillness,
I breathe in and out,
and witness the birth
of a new moment,
where time ripples outward,
and throughout,
every person,
place, and thing,
and I
begin to believe.
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Photo by Matteo Catanese on Unsplash
Love breathes life
into my being, as I stare
out the window of time,
and gaze back
at all of my past crimes.
They are detailed before
me front and center,
outlined
by the pane of censure.
Cracks in the glass of being,
splinter without a care,
radiating out like a spiderโs
web of intoxicating pleasure.
And, just now?
Iโm pulled back
from my reverie, and
breathe in deep, knowing
that the past, like the future,
only live in the mindโs shallow glass.
While, conversely,
full is the being
without mind,
always present,
and beyond time.
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
thatโs bigger.
A moment and an eternity,
all wrapped up in one precious instant, so
when youโre next out and about,
please donโt forget to consider.
breathe in deep, knowing
the beautiful fragrance of
the flowers elixir lives
in the eternity of
this moment. I weep in
the ecstasy of this presence
and understanding,
as the concept of time passes
right by.
I continue to reflect upon time. It has been, is, very present for me. We create so much of our lives around time. Yet, paradoxically, time is, as I wrote about in The Social Construction Series Part 5: The Social Construction of Time, a social construction. Hm.
Time is not
What you think it is
Fleeting and everlasting
A paradox
Like all life
Happiness and sadness
Are just the same
We think we know them
Yet yearn for more
More time, more happiness
And then less
Less time, less sadness
And where do we look?
We look outside, into the world
For the answers, and
Come up shy
It is not found there
Someone said
Though we know this truth
We run away from the answer
Hidden inside
It must be out there
I can touch it, smell it, taste it, feel it
We believe in it and
run after it
Yet all the time it was
right there
waiting patiently for our return
Have a lovely evening, and be well.
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