The ground shifts
Change nears
Fear grips the pain
Holding on so very tight
Mountains are opening now
Secrets spill onto the ground
Darkness covers and wallows
Oozing night…
What was solid has liquified
Forever altering
Upon which I stand
Until golden waves of hot change
Wash my slate clean
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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
dream
These eyes, freshly awaken,
From a landscape of truth
Riddled in mystery-
Images, floating within my dreams,
Speaking to me…. through me….
Oh these eyes that linger so
Upon the threshold of my pain
And joy,
Flying upon wings of peace,
Bleeding flesh blood into the sky-
Leaving red puffy clouds-
I am but a tie within the knot of my life
Releasing and rejoining
As these eyes flicker within the depths
Of REM-
And I, awake now, listen to the images
That float before me
With awe and understanding
a world away
slow exhaustion fills my head
and my heart with intolerance
and cold;
so slow… moving as if I’m stuck
inside a dream on pause-
escaping just so often to breathe-
releasing just enough to sustain life-
so lost inside this empty pool-
devoid of water, dark like night,
feeling concrete sides of my subconscious
rising around me…
breathe- i remind myself- breathe
and all will fill again as rain falls;
yet for now, i sit and wait-
waiting on my beloved to respond
to my calls for help…
wisdom is a world away
Again
The red hot embrace
Of anger’s cruel arms
Intertwine past and present
Until fact and fiction are but a blur of crimson
chaotically swirling around this head…
Bleeding heart, dripping silence onto the floor,
Lingers so hopeful- like a beaten dog
Like a loveless child
Until all that’s left of my red disease
Is hate and hell
And damnation
….Again
Folds of time
i follow the wings of a butterfly
into the moment-
this future, born from what’s passed,
like soft embers glowing that
only present eyes can grasp…
and this heart! reckoning a thousand lifetimes, sweetly beats into mine,
as memories fall upon my breast;
a thousand hellos, as many goodbyes
we lose not what we keep,
within the immortal folds of time
a message
this morning i saw
a message in the sky
written from beyond the folds of time-
and i knew it was you
for it was just two straight lines,
that didn’t touch,
but connected, in a message of love….
and i gave thanks and smiled
and drove away…
when timelines collapse
distance will fade
on meditation
this illusion: so fleeting, so impermanent;
nothing remains when the last breath is drawn-
emotions, false in their knowing, convince
us that there is no end to suffering,
there is no end to lack-
yet, little emotion, flies like the wind
across the valley of soul,
searching for life to feed into, and off of…
as questions arise and fall…
my soul wonders in ecstasy and agony;
and without the bane of either-
i dwell upon the snow driven plain
of this moment
listening to sounds of time roll past
whispering secrets of eternity
singing
the door has closed and like
a period at sentence end,
marks a final resting place
for these thoughts…
you! the unnerved, unsettled
and oh so vulnerable heart,
i am letting you go…
this falling, falling, falling-
forged by my own longing-
and set loose upon my soul,
is no longer good enough,
i’ve heard the calling, it’s time to grow….
though i forgive, myself
and others for the pain
that’s plagued me so, it’s now time
to just listen,
to the ancient songs that have been singing
calling this old soul home
Darkling and alone
it’s a long cold, this impermanent winter,
who’s spell is cast about me like a
dark and soulless night…
my flame, yet a fire, slowly burns
as I descend into the quiet silence
to search out the places that long for light…
barren stretches of frost touched snow
glisten in the noiselessness
as my body, slowly dying, let’s
my mind let go….
though my voice may only glide
in muffled echoes
across the white stretched road,
my heart, as song birds singing,
lingers darkling and alone
the SIBYL'S SONG 