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The wonder of it all

To live this life of here
The wonder of the now in each moment
Of dreams and the everyday movements
That capture my mind
In quiet clarity.
Colors and stories
The words that flow from rushing ink
Winding round like endless roads
As the rain falls to blur
The thought that spoke
Only moments before.
To feel within
This childlike joy
The wonderous imagination
That feeds the fire
A hungry beast that craves more and more
Most needed in a day sublime
And not quite mundane
Yet typical.
Motions of pages turning
Faces and places
And seasons that keep moving
Even if we stay still
Watching the memories
A movie flickering in a dark room
Shadows cast and eyes that watch silently
In the awe of a dream cast
By like minds
As understanding dawns
Like a morning sun fights the darkening clouds
I hold my hands up to catch
Each drop that falls
Capturing the damp of cleansing
A soul awash in a treasure.

Thoughts in passing on the gift of imagination and the wonder of words and visuals, dreams that someone had that stopped to make note and we are all the more blessed for it.

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Had I not

As the moment passed
and this fragile heart broke
one more time in so short of span
between the bridge of yesterday
and of today,
with a quick sharp intake,
like the breath expelled
in living reverse
and had I not
spent those hours
those final minutes
touching you as you faded
as you slept gently
moving forward into your next step
into your next moment
of a breath
taken at birth
of a new life
lighter
able again
to be.
Had I not cried
would that have meant
that nothing really mattered
that you were just a piece
of this puzzle of life
lost like every other one
like you
like I someday will be
had I not thought of holding on
I would have missed this time
this second of a hand pressed
against your softness
and had I not let you go
I would have lost a part of myself
yet again at having not been
the one to hold you
to say goodbye that one last time
had I not been so strong now
as I was not then
I would have missed these delicate moments
of cradling you
loving you
setting you free.

Thoughts of sadness on losing my precious cat this morning and feeling blessed to have had the time I did to give him so much love and how much he gave me in return. God Speed fat squishy Meep…you will be sorely missed but held in my heart always.
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In silent submission

I held the world before me
Like a crystal ball it shone
An orb of light glistening
Igniting my soul
With silent submission.
I gazed into the moment
Amazement at the sight
Of words and song
Thoughts lifted higher
Like a prayer to a cloud
That hung waiting
For that last bit of wisdom
To send it on its way.
Floating along like a star
Suspended by invisible wishes spoken
In a mind quieted
By the peace of a whispered sigh.
I held out my hands
Setting free to hold
All of the whole
Part of the soul
Shared amongst the life
Of the universe
And a sound was heard
Like a wind through trees
Then silence
Fell unheard
Raindrops to mist
Slowly fading.

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Time

I was old before I was young.
A tiny grain of sand worn
Smooth like a heart that beats
Water like blood rushes
In and out.
One among millions
As the silence of the days
Move by like clocks in the shop
Slowly
Quickly
All depending
Upon the mood.
Hourglass granules fall
Turning over still cannot stop
The progression of life
That leaves us old and young
Combined to one
Twenty four hours
In the blink of an eye
Washed away
And I am old
And I am young
And the sea will keep moving
In
Out
Like thoughts.

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And I awoke

Into the sound of peace
Like waves that slap playfully on rocks
Thoughts of beauty and life
And the muse of mermaids singing
Come
We are waiting.
Under a summer sun
Blue seas glisten
Inviting
Cool wetness diving down
As colors shift before
Eyes that see endlessly
Into the undulating grasses
At the miracles
That swim below.
Floating along a part
Of the whole that is
Turquoise shades calming the mind
Silence moving the soul
To the peace of an ocean morning
In the company of the wind
In the embrace of the waves
I awoke to the rocking
The vibration of the world
Into the day
Of this life.

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Grains of wishes

Scooped up in colored pails
Dreams and wishes
Like grains of sand
Sticking to the soul
Rubbed in to slough away
The negativity
Leaving smooth memories
Of a day of bliss.
Storm cloud backdrop
Life pushes its gifts
From deep below
Caught and mired in the grasses
For our treasure hunt
Specimens of beauty
Each moment lived
Held gently then set free
To return to the sea of the heart.
Waves move in tandem
As salt air fills the lungs
Breathing in the joy of this life
As footprints wash away
As the tide rushes in
Erasing each trace
Of presence.

Way cool photo found at: http://fineartamerica.com/featured/buckets-of-sand-william-wetmore.html

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Words

She hung the words from
Invisible strings
Of thoughts secure
Like a slivered moon
Hanging in serenity
Above her world.
She dreamt of skies
In a cool grey dawn
That caught each syllable
Like a whisper of passion
Between the stars
In love.
She walked the path into a day
That rose to greet her
Like an old friend not yet met
And she opened her heart
To the promise
Of all that is.
She sang her song silently
Flowing from inner pools
Where mystery and bliss become entwined
In a moment of now
In a pure quiet
Unknown.
She came to the place
Where her heart soared high
Unfettered by sadness
And knowing no bounds
Lifted on winds
That called like a sage
That soothed her soul
Like no other.

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Tides of storm

Like waves moving in
Crashing
The Lightning fills the night
Sleep by movie played
No fear of bumps in the dark
She shivers
Restless
Afraid
I hold her to calm the fears
And close my eyes
To the tides of storms.
Colors move in and out
It comes with winds blowing
And I stand below the swirling skies
So very alive
Waiting for the rain.
Moments of a wild day
This too shall pass
And I will still wonder
The changes the sweep through
Cleansing times
Washed away to earth moving
In rivers down hills
The dirt and stone
Never still.

Photo of beautiful stormy skies painting found at : http://www.waiteimagery.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/purple_sky_painting-1-2w.jpg

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A silence of memory

Eyes that gaze outward
silence of a memory obscured
beyond the broken glass pane of yesterday
was a moment once remembered
now lost among the busyness
of a day gone mad.
Earth changes black and white
capturing colors in prisms
yet hidden by fog
where is the sun the child asks
and I no longer know.
The evil fills the emptiness
life lost in desperation
and I still peer out into the dark
knowing that there is another way,
another place within the mind
where seasons cycle through
and goodness reigns
to open the window and breathe
the air of coolness
it hangs and falls silently
as if never there at all
and in the moisture words are drawn
I am here
I am aware.
Where is that memory
tucked away for a rainy day
needed occasionally to fulfill
the smile that fell
needlessly in the moment
of chaos.

My way

InfiniteZip:

A simply amazing piece by a beautiful poetess. Words of truth.

Originally posted on The Secret Life of Sahara:

These thoughts are mine.
Some gray and gloomy
lost as ravines
in the mist,
some cheerful and playful
like a song.

Do not think of them
because there
you can lose yourself
never to be found again.

And yet,
these are thoughts of the soul,
thoughts that I thought.
These are still my thoughts.

These words are mine.
The whispers that echo
through the gorge of the memories.
These are my sighs and smiles,
words of my sadness
and my happiness.

Do not
speak them
as you could cut yourself
on their sharp edge.

And yet
these are the words of my truth,
words that I have said.
These are still my words.

This journey is mine.
The trail of the soft grass,
or the rocky, thorny uphill
which hurts my feet.
It is still a path of my dreams,
the highway of my steps.

Do not follow it
because it…

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