The Blue Green BrillianceOf existence knowingIn the revealedIs the hidden.The connected joyOf open heartHearing the ecstasyFeeling the ticklesSmelling the nectarof the BrilliantBlue Green Day.In response to Sunny Days over at One Single Impression
Quietly the dreamsThey creep up on meEdging through the silenceAnd the hopeConnected by the threadThat pulls upon meStirring spaceWithin the me that's knownCalling softlyWith their sweetest voicesReassuring fears I felt beforeAskingCan I go to them completelyAs they open upThe endless... Continue Reading →
Free fluidityThrough which fallsAll Manna of life;Sounds and squallsSharp and circlingFerocious and wantingDelicate handling,Gentle smoothing,Quiet attemptingAt elusive understanding.I got brave enough!This is inspired by this weeks prompt Chaos over at One Single Impression
I ask for everything to change& The Everything asks of meTo change, again.If at first you paint a blue skyWouldn't you then want to paint it pink?Or mauve? or green?Wouldn't the light and life around youShift and change and move... Continue Reading →
Seeing from the skyThe lights that enterYou and IDisappearing,Hidden in the fleshIn acts of kindnessAre releasedIn brighter waysBringing PeaceTo rise againInformingWhat this meansTo beA human heart on EarthTo comprehendDelicate worthOf aching hereAnd living in this timeAnd soThe cycle starts againOverwatchedBy... Continue Reading →
I hear my musicPlaying nowRhythm in meto allowLove that callsFire from the sky.Re-igniteA hundred timesWithin myselfThe Love divineEmbodiedIn the furnaceOf this dance.May all illusionBurn awayAll sense of lossDross and decayLeaving nothingMore thanWho we are
So bring me old storiesThe ones that steal breathThe ones that stop heartbeatsLight fire in my chestI hunger for hearingThe ways that a human can be;Opened by weaknesses,Stretched past complacenciesInto the centre of truth,Called by deep duties,Forged by our challenges,Softened... Continue Reading →
Cracked pot Sitting on the hill Waiting for the storm Longing to feel The clear falling rain Fill it with purpose: Cradling the waters. Not the best loved, Not the first chosen, Nor the most complete. Struck by lightning Burnt... Continue Reading →
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