Dreams stir alive the thoughts
a thousand feathers floating on a sea
blue shades and hues take flight
and waves wash over
a form of silence.
Lingering notes fill the senses
of a hundred birds in flight
soaring over the whitest clouds
as the rain falls gently down.
A hush is then heard as the shower abates,
random drops linger then disappear
and the patterns of black pinpoints settle
my mind plays the mantra once more,
ten prayers to the lingering lost.
I stand on the precipice
and watch the unfolding of calm,
as breath moves in, out and through
I stand in this space
as one.
Ah. Beautiful. β€
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You’re welcome. π
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Loved ones who are no longer with us π yet lingering like ghosts in our memories π thanks JoAnna β€ so glad you are enjoying it. Stay warm my friend β€
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thanks Betty, gotta work today but off tomorrow (work Christmas party) YAY π looking forward to a festive night π
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thank you so very much Kumar β€
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thank you so much Neha β€
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It’s raining here as I read your poem like a deep lullaby. Very beautiful. And intriguing: ten prayers to the lingering lost.
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Beautiful, feathery-light images, Kim! So nice to read on a Friday night.
Hope you have a great weekend.
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Reblogged this on Sacred Touches.
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Beautiful! π
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“random drops linger then disappear” This line is so beautiful, just like this whole poem…I love your poetry! Also, the collaboration between you and Michael was simply lovely!
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