Those who take time
To watch the Eagle soar
Need no other medicine.
Those who take time
To watch the Eagle soar
Need no other medicine.
The average lifespan of a housefly
Is 40 to 50 days
And I am merely sitting here idly watching
Them move about my window.
I
Wonder if they would prefer to be outside.
With every blink of my eyes
Time moves faster for the fly than I.
She doesn’t wish to spend the rest of her life believing in everyone else but herself,
So today she took the tiniest step
And exhaled all the breaths she had been holding internally for dear life .
It may remain unseen to others
but in her world it is the biggest,
Most beautiful move she’s made that she can recall,
Maybe even in her whole life.
It’s time to move on brave girl.
There is not a pause in time,
Only the flow.
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*
And all of the sudden you came to mind
And my throat swelled
And my heart beat stronger.
I wanted to weep,
As if today was the day
We last spoke.
I sat with you in the forefront of my my mind for a while
And held you there, so grateful for the memories.
In time i tucked you back behind my ribcage
And left you with my soul
Where we reside in between time.
I once again turn up the music and dance.
You will move blindly.
You will move slowly,
Lightly
To meet them.
Following with new senses;
Intuition sparking,
Illuminating the way.
Trust;
It takes much time and patience
For the wounded to
Open into love.
Her breath flutters the candle flame.
As she exhales
Destiny is awakened.
Ripples through time arise
And the tide alters
Before her.
In all directions
Wind and water disperse,
Only stillness remaining within and without.
Bow in gratitude to life.
Bloom;
Dissolve.
I have lost count the times I blew out my own candle,
to hide in the dark, to keep myself unseen.
But I did not know there were such lovely souls,
the seekers,
who found people like me
And let us be without criticizing.
Kindly,
Lovingly,
Softly they lit the way out,
Not a light to blinding nor a noise to frightening,
Allowing us time and space to
Re-emerge at our own pace,
In our own time.
I am ever grateful.
I see your chest rise,
An intake of breath as our eyes meet.
Drawn together
Instinctively before we can blink in recognition.
And the blood courses through my veins,
I can feel yours doing the same.
This quaking within;
An
Electrifying surge created resonates
Beyond people and places known as these Bodies come together.
Magic.
A supreme stillness overcomes my soul
And settles the melding.
We cannot stop what was set in motion
Before time itself
Nor
Do we wish to.