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.