We connect unexpectedly,
fissures threaded into one thought
weaving through the stratosphere,
invisible haven of a realm of peace
gathered tribe as one
bound on the path to a higher plane.
We seek the counterpart to ourselves,
isolation in a moment of release found
we are gathering the tools of wisdom
as we seek the answers to what lay within,
knowing the words of the mind
wait in tender bouquets of brilliance
colored with the music of a universe united.
Traveling the miles of space,
we play hopscotch with the stars above
beneath the lazy moon that lingers
lighting the way to our nova of dreams
we spread the laughter and joy like petals
watching them all fall down like rain,
and taste the drops of sweetness found
when like souls find one another,
into their being we gaze deeply
understanding we are all as one somewhere
in the cosmic kingdom of eternal happiness.
Standing in the shadows
thoughts race by like raindrops
lashing about and puddling
at the feet deeper by the moment,
wringing out as quickly
as sand runs through the glass
not making much ground,
I cease and abstain,
to finally just be.
Soaked to the skin
I watch each thought drop away,
splash as it falls into nothing
no longer existing
it magically disappears
and I wonder for only a moment
where it had gone,
yet not giving it any real worth
for to let it remain a focus
keeps one drowning and mired in it.
I rise instead to the blue,
buoyed in the depths of what has changed,
skies clear from the storm
I lay watching the scenes unfold
knowing there will be brighter moments
without those thoughts that intrude,
the ideas that rankle
and the emotion it stirs.
I embrace the passing of the rain
yet respect the moment it existed,
for to find within the darkness
the strength to not succumb
charges like lightning
the soul set to soar higher,
to believe and grow
through learning that with the water that falls,
something beautiful may grow.
Thoughts this morning on some dreams I had revolving around self-worth, etc….on track for another glorious day and always embracing the things I learn from my soul, even as I sleep, so very aware of the moment and able to let go the bad before waking to rise refreshed and feeling good.
Running fingers on smooth edges
dipping in to the emptiness to find
the dust of faded thoughts and memories
lingering just out of reach.
Smooth blue skies call to the waking soul,
walking in unison to the mornings first breath
as dew hangs on air
cool breeze ruffles cotton playfully,
slipping its fingers whisper-like in
to touch the skin
easing the fire.
Round in circles like birds in flight
floating on clouds they slip on air
and I rehearse the mantra of a new day
from pages studied with a feverish need
dipping into the bowl of memories
to wash clean.
Empty and spotless
the inhale and exhale of yesterday,
letting it slip from existence to new form,
invisible waves gather and I watch
through wake and sleep as the tides rush out
taking away I find the peace,
truth and trust