Rising from the depths,
we reach to touch the self set free
in the throes of a sudden joy,
we find belief in the unknown that lays beyond.
Beneath a gentle morning light
we wander step by step
keeping pace with times demands
we settle into the soothing flow.
Effortless is the moment
that we set aside our small demands
and allow the greatness to flow
into our hands in gratitude.
Arms move back and forth
slow and steady
tai chi rhythm sweeping
the underside of blue.
Skies sit quietly on sidelines
restless mind clears with each movement,
thoughts of diffusing bombs set aside,
the awareness while dreaming
noticing the hues behind closed eyes.
We create our own words
religions set aside to embrace
the loveliness of the whole,
beneath the edge where we no longer see
we lift the corners to sweep away
the sadness found that drains energy.
Words and images of our creation
built like castles raised and torn down
we are the destiny we make
with hands that ache
and each stone touched to know
the silence of the wonder
as we heal while rubbing the wound erased
with kinder words and knowing
in our solitude we are not alone
and the atoms of our creation stand
emitting the frequency
of the likeness of souls.
Beautiful image by: Indian Ocean, Zanzibar by Ramin Hossaini on Flickr.
Thoughts I had today while vacuuming the pool of a few leaves under a beautiful blue sky. Dreams last night that I was diffusing bombs, slow and steady work and then becoming aware that I was dreaming, seeing colors behind my eyes, shades that changed from purple and then to green and feeling myself smile as I gazed into the gentle colors. I love when I have vivid dreams and actually remember them upon waking.
We box with the darkness
fighting the shadows of thought
moving like banks of cloud
drifting through soundlessly,
covering the soul in its silky threads.
We create the images within,
salvation a necessity,
taking ourselves to places far
and escaping the words that jab and thrust
meant to create ugliness
we search instead for light.
Through painted smiles we see
the truth will always rise like cream
swimming on surfaces suspended
held by the hope of a thousand beings
as we stir the pot
trying to bring up yet more
changing the grey thick brine
to a tolerable shade,
swimming in the shallows
we touch feet to ground
yet often wonder how long it will last,
as it trembles like set custard
we take a step forward
trusting in the higher being
to save us from the nightmare,
to deliver us to
the dream.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 