the quiet in my mind
is only matched by the
screaming of my heart…
I long for the day when the duality
that lies within my soul
be replaced by a singular
self acceptance
Tag: beauty
deep and venerable pain
There lies just beneath my smile
A deep and venerable pain
That I can’t explain, or wish away-
I try to escape, into ideas and words
that might distract my brain,
But it’s always there, waiting for me
Like an ache that won’t release,
A knot in my chest with no relief,
So I sit here and pretend that
It’s all okay
It’s just a deep and venerable pain.
abundant
I am the earth
my robes flow into endless fields of gold
and my heart carries songs of birds on the wind
the fire within me burns
with glory and contemplation
my unending source of power and love
I am abundant and give freely
of my healing streams; my valleys
dotted with the scent of flowers and truth
I am constant and unending
I have enough for all who love me
and more for those who cannot
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nothing
when there is nothing left
nothing is there
and nothing can change that
or make it into something it is not
so I say goodbye to release myself
from the strange hold your
nothing had over me
kiss
What is a kiss but lips
Touching
In an unexpressed language
Soulfully wordless
And yet more…
Pages of unresolved emotion
Bound between two sets of
Skin; linked by heartfelt
Synchronicities of joy and pain
I long for your lips to reach
That place within me
That hovers within darkness
And liberate my spirit
Your carefully placed longing
Accepted into my being
Would be such fresh spring
To a releasing ache.
songbirds
There’s another bird
That made a nest at my house
She sits in the wreath on my porch
And waits
Quietly I wonder why these
Sweet songbirds find me
And nestle so into my heart
And home.
Perhaps nature’s sweet way
Of reminding me that melody
Can hold sway of spirit
And lighten the load
Would that I could sing as such
With wordless thoughts-
That cannot be understood
But by the heart.
the Light Inside
The sun shines, the clock moves,
The rooster in the morning dew–
Its inspiration coming thru’.
Our forebears sing to us on high,
In lofty mountains, genius lies;
A muse’s song to open minds.
Wise Masters! beyond control,
Flashing visions within my soul–
A Luminous beauty to behold!
You extend your arms to me;
Through rollings rivers and open sea;
Within your darkness, my light is freed.
So unto you, I sing my praise,
I long to join you on the moon,
I reach for you in every way…
And always find you, late and soon.
You who are my greatest muse!
the SIBYL'S SONG 