within this quiet practice
a tumult rages…
rising and falling, emotions fury,
a flurry of remembrances
and fear-
there’s no inspiration that dwells
beneath this painful leveling;
my body is but a tool for soul’s
cleansing; nothing remains hidden
while i suffer at the hands of
karmic reds and blacks and yellows…
nothing! oh to feel the warm embrace
of nothing… to wrap my aching head
around the silence and breath…
but for today, in quiet practice,
i sit and observe the pain-
waiting for a time to be free again
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than before
Remnants of the past
Spill onto the floor
In silence and in wonder
My restless eyes watch
What was, slide into what is,
And back to the past again
Oh! To travel thru this plain
Of timelessness
Patterns and swirls and nothing
Nothing! The very body of truth
And light
I’m lost now to the turning tides
And I’m more for it than before
Endure
The gateways are closing
As the train of past emotion
Pulls heavily away…
This heart, unburdened now,
Hangs like an empty shirt
Within my breast-
Hoping, wondering, praying
For some light to return
On the wings of truth;
For some hope to fill the void
That once sang of pain and suffering…
Oh to be filled with remorse and regret!
Lo- though I feel the lightness of what’s now missing
The nothing that remains seems
So hollow and lonely-
Would that i could find the strength to
Fill my missing pieces with love
And forgiveness….
Alas for now, sitting within this emptiness-
Is all I can endure.
Glittering
The ice is breaking and all
That lay trapped within this
Cold heart is flowing free again
This freeze! Leaving the breadth
Of my extremities black and broken
Falls now upon the weight of a warm
And glowing fire
So long has my mind wandered
So long has this voice lingered silently
No more will the cold destroy
And deny the fate that’s rightfully
Sown for me
Linger not upon the snow covered plateaus
The sun is out and the balance of rainbows
Is glittering
Wildflowers
Closets that were locked are opened
And the contents held within
Have spilled upon my soul…
Dark echoes swirl with hunger
Around my head and heart-
So long deprived of open air,
So long pushed into the corners
And forgotten-
They grow in pitch until the fire that
Lit them slowly finds the will
To let go and just smoke-
Filling my soul with cleansing incense;
The holes that were left so long ago
Are now covering over
As wildflowers begin to grow
Silence
Darkness sits upon the heart of one
I love and each day steals more
Until words are replaced with silence,
Action with lethargy,
Joy with nothingness….
Powerlessly my heart sinks knowing
That I’ve been here before-
Nursing wounds I know nothing about
In hopes that I can heal the pain
Of one who chooses to dwell in darkness-
So lost is my love upon this cold plain,
My words carry not even traces of an echo,
Still I call your name; until even my heart
Be silenced by anger and frustration
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
lost
The cavern in which my heart dwells
Is full of throbbing sadness
The reversed queen sits heavy upon
My shoulders as I try to forgive
And make right
And while the blood that’s spilled
Upon the walls of this cave remind
Me of things I still need to do
I try to let go with love
Each journey their own space
Mine, protected now by the source,
Circling magic; I remain heartfelt
And sad for what’s been lost
repose
Darkness gives way to morning
As the cold ground receives
What little warmth may be headed
It’s way with the rising of the sun
And all that lives is quiet, perhaps buried
Beneath the frosty ground-
Strengthening and wizening,
And waiting for spring’s soft touch-
My heart is also in repose;
Opening and giving within the darkness
Of my deep and plentiful earth,
Waiting for a change in season
To open like soft petals upon the ground-
Growing up up up and dwelling now down
Beneath the beauty of life
Where the ancient songs are played
And where the deepest parts of me reside
Tapping the tree
I tap into the tree of life;
It’s sap covers my knowing
With a warm flow…
This elixir of sustenance
And sweet wisdom,
Finds my head and clears my sight-
Oh crown of divine knowledge!
Like a cascade of stars upon this brow
I worship your life’s blood, flowing now
Over and through this soul of mine-
Until as ash I fade upon your roots
And feed of my body to you
the SIBYL'S SONG 