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Space of reality

In the caverns of endless dreams
Floating on the crystal blue
Moving in and out
Thoughts like a stream that flows
Around and through
Deeper space below
Carries unseen dimensions.
Diving down below
Effortless moving
Rising
Air fills the soul
Overflowing into the skies
Where a million stars have died
Where new orbs shine unseen
Waiting
Watching
Twisting the beauty of sleep
Of dreams
Into shapes and forms
Of peace and endless bliss
Fluid,
containment impossible
To the mind opened to
Possibility.

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Empty skies

Cast in blue
Empty skies belie the sense
Of a morning filled
With something more.
A tinge of sadness overwhelms
The aching heart watches
The light that always comes
To greet the day with hope
Of journeys forward
Of forever memories
Of brighter days.
I think of you and know
Tomorrow will dawn still
A presence missed
But free at last to walk
Your next path to
The journey awaiting
Over bridges he waits
With quiet a smile
To welcome you home.
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Mirror Mirror on the….(oh just go away you feckin’ ass)

InfiniteZip:

Because the insanity of the day sometimes needs a hearty laugh….Yep, most definitely…and please don’t call the happy ward on me….thanks in advance…..a bit of humor for a Tuesday afternoon.

Originally posted on thereinventionintention:

Hello beautiful friends. Welcome to a rather fine Tuesday. Okay, it’s not so fine but we know how to cope through that, right? It’s all about thinking happy positive thoughts she says through smiling teeth and eyes that betray the truth. This was my conversation with my mirror today. At 2 am when most of the world was sleeping and I sat there with rosy cheeks from being out in 10 degree weather yelling yet again for my goofy dogs. So what’s a girl/guy to do? I was in no mood to embrace the day. I just wanted to sleep. I looked in the mirror at the bags under my eyes, hair messed up, nose red and now running and thought WTF. Who wants to start a day like this? It’s supposed to be waking up all bright-eyed and happy right? Wrong. It doesn’t always go that way and my…

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Suspended

Hanging art
Dripping as the sun falls
Spreading warmth to pool
Suspended
In time.
Life in balance
Tips neither
Back nor forth
It just is there
Level
Suspended in itself
Scales together
Side by side.
Thoughts run down
Mimicking nature
Ice dripping upon its shell
Hard and shining
Diamond pools below
Waiting for a season
To free it
To allow it to move
Like rivers running
Into the distance
Out of view.
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Faded

So comes the time in morning
The earliest light inching
Forward like a thief
Stealing the night away
Leaving the world
Faded muted shades
A dimness of a waking day.
Words held gently
Like frail seconds that pass
Much too quickly
In the hours before she wakes
Fully
Completely
We take the time to stop
Watch the slow decay
Of petals
Of greens in light
That give no life to inspire
No brightness
Just blues and hues
Of melancholy.
I touch you as I pass by
Soft sleeping forms
Peace finds in the depths
The throes of dreams perhaps?
Grayness calls the end
And I open my eyes and see
The falling of the watered rain
Sliding down the pane
Dropping out of sight below
Into the soul
Of the soil,
Giving nourishment to
The waiting of spring
The green hidden in white
Melting
Fading into this.

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Courage opened

Like a gift
To the heart
Of self and soul
Opened exposed.
Words keep circling back
Simply
With truth.
So profound to finally see
What was always there
Waiting patiently.
Stepping out in light
The stage set for the final act
Her entrance quiet
Unannounced entering
Luminous and shimmering
Elements of earth
Fire, air, water
Movement so sublime
Almost missed
And then suddenly there
Before you.
Offering itself freely
Courage rises
Slipping in through cracks
And shining like the sun
Eclipsed by the moon
Searing into memory
This moment
This place in time.
Head high
Shoulders back
Forging on
Into the tomorrow
That lays in wait
With abundance and infinite possibilities
Hands open
As it fills to overflowing.

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Dream of today

I have held the thoughts
like butterflies
so lightly they escaped,
flown away
never hearing the wings
as they moved
only knowing
the had to leave.
Pages turned
as water flowed to seas
ink slid silently across
the shimmering mind
so tranquil
to be
waves moving in and out
like lives coming
and going
and butterflies flying
living
dying
so short the span
between words and seas
as the world does turn
the sun will still burn
and the moon will come calling
to restless sleep
between waking and dreams
where the thoughts run so deep.
I open my hands
releasing color of love
fly away on little wings
to the dream of today
and wish for me all
the joy for tomorrow
and I will spin for you
this tale of the future
and I shall fly lightly
on the winds of the sky.

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Dusted memory

Perhaps it was only meant
to be spent
in the blinking of an eye
away it went
flying by.
star-dust gathers
like tears that fall unnoticed
riding the wind
yesterdays memory
crashing in.
I call out in the haze
of these passing crazy days
filled with thoughts of summer
of the sun
of life now done.
I can’t help but wonder
’bout that poison flowing through
the colored patterns
like needles sew
in and out
and then no more.
I wish for night
come crashing down
with pots overflowing
with star-dust covering
these memories fading
nothing remaining
except
a thought that flies
like a beacon unseen
by blinded eyes
a tale once told
thought only lies
now comes to light
with a rising sun
what is now
can no longer rest
undone.
As the mind unravels
finding peace within
to rise above
to begin
again.

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A fallen star….for Anna

I was so afraid to see
To open the page and have those eyes
Gazing at me
Like so long ago
I had never forgotten
How you shone
So brightly
The art of your arms telling a story
That only you could tell,
I didn’t want to remember
The way you were then
But I moved forward
To reclaim your face
For my memory.

The moon had come
Four nights in a row
calling to me…
And someone said of her presence
“She’s trying to tell you something”
But I did not know
Only waited to see
the message that waited
for me to be ready
for me to see the truth.
You are the falling star
like the lightning bugs
in the warm night air,
yet for the cosmic skies
dark enough for one grand beam
flashing through on your journey
to your new tomorrow.
I thought of you dear friend,
just the other day my mind came round
to rest on wondering of you,
trying to recall the last time we had spoken,
you were moving on
and so happy to be leaving
and then nothing.
Racing through your life
tragic angel of circumstance
how your words filled volumes
and how I read every one and you asked of me
with almost a worry in your voice,
did I like it,
was it any good
and I laughed and told you how funny you were
and how your amazing works filled my thoughts
and then I began myself
to start my writing again,
inspired to pick up a pen
and fill my own pages.

The moon called me through sleep,
standing outside watching the sky
I did not know it was you
whispering goodbye.

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On finding out today that a friend passed away a few days ago…it had been awhile since I had seen her as she was moving through her own life. I thought of her often, thinking I should pick up the phone and give a call just to say but I never did. I think she forgave me…and being a spiritual star-gazer who knew quite a lot of astrology and signs, I believe she gave me one last week. I didn’t know then, but I believe now I do.
Rest in peace my friend.

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Shine on soul

Thoughts trickle through
Light shining
Tranquil on soul
Sweet bliss of peace
Through darkness falling
Like lost stars.
She sings her song of now
The fog cut softly
A light reflected
Apparition alive
Moving
Scattering
Through her lips
Whispering ghosts
Burning off
With the rising sun.
Awake to damp chill
There awaits a quiet place
Where thoughts run free
And wildflowers tangle
Their beauty woven
A crown placed
On the fairest
The sweetest who rises
In glory.