We have been so busy staring
At our empty hands
We have forgotten what our
Hearts are for.
We have been so busy staring
At our empty hands
We have forgotten what our
Hearts are for.
I was dying and even I didn’t notice
For I thought that was what
One was supposed to do to live.
Spring showers wash over her
And She rises,
Growing anew as if a
Spring flower reaching forth
Through raw earth to meet
Life;
Growth.
Let your voice soften,
Bringing stillness to abundance as it
Carries love across the ocean.
In the air
In the waves,
You cover the earth
To reach her;
Your love cannot be contained
And it resonates in the beating chambers of her heart.
No mere dream.
Come morning
She opens her sleepy eyes and looks to the rising sun knowing this.
As she was talking of herself,
Telling stories of the past,
She realized fully how
All these memories overflowing with emotions that at the time were so big and real,
Are moments long gone.
They are just words now.
Paint on a canvas to create a picture
For the listener of her
Life.
We are healing in the sun
From all the things done
To us under cover of
Shadow;
We are the light.
I have been on a journey
To get a light infusion.
You see this all
Is just an illusion;
The body,
The words
Merely confusing the mind.
Leaving us
Believing the clock
Harnesses time,
That it is all on
One line.
Mixed up emotions.
Thinking we are strange.
Making man made concoctions
Keeping us sleepy and disturbed.
The
Dull ache;
Alone.
Feigning sanity, insanity and all
That is in between.
It is all relative but some refuse to see beyond.
Walking on a tightrope listening
To the echoes of the tick and the tock.
Frozen in fear. Frozen in shock.
Forgetting all the life they have got.
Gratitude gifts latitude.
Awareness creates limitless possibilities.
*originally posted May 2018@*cholintodimonds*
Celebrating the failures and suffering of
Any soul speaks
Clearly of your own inner turmoil.
Love
Is the whole
Life
Experience.