Watching the birds
Surfing in this
Ferocious wind,
The storm has arrived and there is more to come.
Visibility is obscured by the snow
Falling, falling, falling.
Wind gusts unforgiving.
The birds live on
Come what may.
Watching the birds
Surfing in this
Ferocious wind,
The storm has arrived and there is more to come.
Visibility is obscured by the snow
Falling, falling, falling.
Wind gusts unforgiving.
The birds live on
Come what may.
His whisper,
Gentle to her heart
Awakens her
And into the dream
They descend
Only to
Ascend after all is undone.
Transforming.
Metamorphosis;
Joined in the same journey albeit
Apart;
Blossoming in time.
Symbolism helps guide the way to the door of
Your knowing;
And into the stillness you go
Where these things are no longer needed.
My momma told me
Vampires were real
So every night i would make sure the curtains
On the window above my bed covered the window completely,
Not a centimeter uncovered in case
A Vampire should choose to hover above me.
I would then crawl in bed
And get snug under the blankets
Placing my cross necklace on my neck over my nightie so any Vampire would be
Afraid to approach.
And I would stay still
And I would not breathe until exhaustion took over.
All those years I filled my head with the terror of make believe
When reality was worse.
Distraction.
Prosperity of the heart does
Lie in your perception;
Some preach peace
Then punch.
One of
Our greatest fears is admitting accountability;
For then we must see our words and actions
Do make a difference in this world.
Each of us contribute to both the pain and joy.
Until we face ourselves and change our awareness of our own selves,
Reactions of heart and mind,
We allow ourselves to be merely pawns.
The past has come to visit
Weighing heavy on my chest.
Memories;
I find myself immobile
Wanting to remember and hold on to
Them so tight.
Trying to forget.
I find myself teary eyed
And heart heavy.
Closing my eyes and tasting
The tears on my lips
I try to go back to sleep.
The memories will keep,
Surely
They will keep.
My heart so bright
My eyes so open
As my feet walked naked upon the red dirt.
And i heard the whipsers so very light
And i felt the depth of inner sight
As those whose feet had been here before
Sent love into the future for those of us to come;
Time knows no line nor curve nor thought.
I knew
I know
I am love.
We are love.
We meet as two waves cresting into
One another
In the infinite beyond;
Never knowing from where the other came.
And just like that
We are the ocean.
This mysterious journey continues.
We know the minutest amount in regards to the whole of
Any soul,
Least what they show us.
As if
We gaze upon a grain of sand in the palm of our hand
while standing upon
A mighty ocean shore
and proclaim
We have seen it all,
held it all in our hand.
That grain of sand is but the tiniest piece of the whole.
So much to learn.
So very much to learn.