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
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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
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
ancient songs
Broken wind scatters the leaves,
Fallen now from their heavenly sky,
Laying atop a cold and wet ground-
As the squirrels nest where they once
Resided;
And all that’s left to do is wait,
The coming of the bells is near-
The calling of the ancient songs
Now is ringing in my ears…
And though my heart, still young,
Longs to sing the sweet melody inside,
The patient longing of what’s to come
Is falling near my soul-wisened mind-
As leaves, colorful and true, decorate
The ground upon which they flew,
I am but a vessel, anchored within
Set to wait until the song birds
Release my heart once and again to sing
On 12/12 portal- unconditional love
Opening into light full and warm;
Waves spread from fingertips
To calm and soothe the angry soul…
Love breathes upon the energy
That flows in waves through this body;
This eternal flame of peace;
What am I but a matchstick
Struck to earth’s kindling
So as to give warmth to the world
Soul’s nourishment is unconditional love…
destiny
Words settle like dust upon my soul
Written well before my heart’s
Awakening, engraved while yet this
Life of mine was but a song
Of songbirds in the sky
I am but a walking verse
Lips and tongue describe me
As bards cherished the tales they’ve sung,
This epic, so long ago begun,
Takes root now, growing inside the warmth
Of fate’s sweet sun, as I tarry off to grow
Within my destiny….
There’s nothing left to question, the tale
Is already spun… what is now is but a
Task to walk upon the road
And fulfill the feats designed for me.
own
On the brink of turning this page-
As if inside a waking dream-
My wings, like a great falcon, spread
And my eyes see equally what’s passed
As well as what’s to come yet;
Buzzing music fills my ears with songs,
Past and future mix into swirls of color
And sound-
I dare not look too far down….
There’s nothing to be had by diving into
Flesh born falsehood
But more emotional pain,blocked by thought patterns
That grit and grind
So for now, as the chapter’s words turn
Like dusty pages of the book of soul-
I linger within the open sky,
Eyes turned inside,
Guided now by the vast expanse of own
new year
As winter’s night approaches
And darkest days fill this hearth
With cold distant truth-
Hope is yet uplifted
With the newborn sun,
Devouring mother’s milk,
Growing strong with remembrances
Of spring’s sweet flowers…
Lo, my heart may sink to the deepest
Depths of hell, and darkness may adorn
My doorstep, filled with shadow and grief,
I will not falter now for the light will return
Upon the wings of sweet songbirds
heralding in a new year.
fly
Weary, i put my head down for
Just a moment
And close my eyes
The light, too far away for me to see,
Lingers just on the edges of my exhaustion
And while my heart’s wings have spread
Into a beautiful gossamer waves,
I fight to keep up with the sounds
Of echoes that follow me..
Grateful for all that flows within,
My eyes close and restively
Wait for the next opportunity to fly
Fuzzy visitor
It’s as if music in some far off
Distant place is playing,
And all I can hear are echoes
Ringing and buzzing within my head-
Oh! to hear this music presently
And to feel the deep sound…
My heart jumps in adulation of a
Celebration I am but a fuzzy visitor for
the SIBYL'S SONG 