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seas

The door opened quietly
And my breath entered through it
Softly, deeply, healing-
Searching the depths of my soul
For the wisdom that lies in every cell,
And floating within the golden dawn
My heart pumps blown kisses
To every part of me
Peace flows through my sails
As I wander these unconscious seas

outside

situations and expectations
knock at the door of my energy-
though willing to love,
my heart needs space to breathe;
so though I hear the tap, tap, tapping,
the feelings of disappointment,
the lingering sobs that stop the night air,
I cannot let you in just now
for I am spinning, circling my own soul
for answers that only silence can provide…
with unconditional love, i leave you outside
just for a little longer
as i merge over and over
with my own heart

haze

lonesome voices are calling
from the clouds, the wind, the birds
such sad melodies of days, passed,
of time once fresh, now dust and ash-
these songs, lingering upon the folds
of time, echoing through grids of light,
oh, lonely and lonesome me! I wait for
the return of the divine, the blending of
soul and eternity.

I am but a traveler, waiting for my train…
the voices, so far off, are but a memory now..
present eyes, caught in illusion’ shade,
wait for this mind to clear the haze

One amidst the many

Oh love! You linger upon my
Skin as sweet perfume
With each in breath i consume
And each out breath I relinquish
Such is the dance of love
Such is the music we compose
Upon the dark matter of the heavens
Such is the flow, bright, now dim
Like breath itself, upon this soul
I linger within, waiting for completion
So I may return again to your
Embrace, to your sweet flex
Of in and out, light, now dark,
And find repose as one, amidst the many

born

wind carries old wounds
whipping around, enflamed…
worries spark like lightening,
dark clouds smell of shame,
guilt hangs heavy like thunder,
pain, but bound inside the rain…

I sit amidst this tempest
upon a glowing flower in bloom
spilling from my eyes are temples
within my palms, the moon…
dressed upon my chest, my heart,
cradled safety within my womb

upon a cross, i lay my form
in quiet solitude
unmoving, unflinching, all embracing
i dare to non conform
for at the interface of light and dark
my nothingness is born

dying

i am already dead…
this life is but an echo
sliding across the walls of eternity,
singing songs of body and soul-
fragile time! far too fast,
holding now memories, already past…
this heart yet dwells
within the darkness of a dying moment
forgotten, then renewed; passing from
what is, into what was…
only to be that which it becomes…
dust and ash are what awaits this soul
a body dying, a heart’s dark home

winter’s cold

cold winds rip through these open windows-
full now of neglectful emotions that stir
just beneath the morning’s frost…
echoes of summer sun, warm upon my cheek,
find no repose within the chilled hallways of my heart;
now is the time to dive deep within what is lost
to find the truest form of me…
alone, lonesome, cold… a traveler with no home
but that which i carry upon my back-
there is no hope within the realm of winter’s bone
for flesh is stripped of illusion and what remains
is but a light, dimmed not by the cold,
but left to settle upon the altar of my heart