Words slip like fine silk
teasing the mind to wonder
how far will it go.
Images drift past
soft and subtle like the cloud
falling to nothing.
Dark rooms of the mind
cast into the light of now
naked in its truth.
Eyes wide shut we speak
emptiness comes forth unheard
threads unravel here.
Curtains blow on wind
bare rooms wait for life to be
echoes void of soul.
For some reason silk kept coming to mind so thought I’d dabble a bit with haiku today. Photo found on Pinterest.
We are arriving at our destination
drifting along on star speckled backdrops
watching the clouds race beyond our view
we are coming home to self
as the descent begins
we feel the unease,
the unknown foreign to our minds, yet embraced.
For we know that as feet touch down
we will be where it is we were meant to be,
our journey once more just beginning
as we hold up the magnifying glass to see
that which had been hidden for so very long
in heavy clouds and illusions given by others,
we will thrill to the spectacle as we find
our hearts and souls embraced
by a thousand moons and suns,
dancing on the midnight blue curtain
of our dreams.
Beautiful image by: Daniela Beckmann