Tag: spirituality

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.

for dead

Harsh words fall like icicles
Landing just near me, close to
My head, and this cold makes
Me wonder why you’ve taken to
Those things you’ve said-
My heart tries to remain open
But your indifference slowly leaves
My softness for dead
Oh light! When will winter’s darkness
Let you warm my lonely soul again?

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

Wings of love

Standing again at the edge,
Peering into an abyss that echoes
Hundreds of lifetimes
Of songs and faith and fear…
And now that my toes curl upon the
Rough edge of a destiny that must
Include a leap of faith
I falter not
For all that’s been, remains true
And all that is yet to come,
Is mine, save my heart remain,
And my nerves still,
And these wings I’ve built upon the
Sweat of my pain
Open in a steady beat of unconditional
Love

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

Darkness

My heart is drowning in black
Ooze, unable to breathe
It languishes and struggles
For air, oh life! You cruel cruel
Master, devouring my light
Releasing hope to the darkness
That now envelopes my spirit
And drowns the very essence
Of me
What can a heart do when it’s taken
From soul and left alone to
Search out safe passages;
Longing only to return back to the
Fire of home..
Lost to the darkness, muffled cries
Remain unheard as this heart
Beats without resolve
And I sink into the darkness
That’s taken hold

change

The heat is firing but my feet
Just can’t get warm;
It’s a weary heart that doesn’t beat
But once or twice,
Without vigor
Or deceit-
And from the frozen extremities
My focus of what’s lack,
Once flat and sure,
Glides from my mind and lands
Squarely upon the floor.

Forgiveness

Time ushers in the inevitability
Of change;
Ticking slowly, now fast..
Matched only by this beating heart-
Afraid of what’s to remain
When all transitioning pieces
Fall into place,
It’s so cold on this ledge
Of indecision, frozen feet locked
By the fates that linger above me
I wait for a sign to jump into
This awful abyss to find the answers
Plaguing my mind, to learn of what’s
To become of this pathetically
Frail life of mine
Wind blows cold upon my cheek
And my soul cries for forgiveness.

Slow wounds

Whispers of cold follow me
Sharp words spoken on swift breeze
Linking remembrances
Old wounds bitterly opened
As frost digests the ooze
Cracked and stiff and solidly
Locked in place
Until all that’s left of a beating heart
Is slow moans of love once flourished
Within sun’s warm embrace

races

i am floating within a dream;
boxes of memories,
compartmentalized and ordered….
i soar above and recall
all the feelings packed
into those little square spaces-
in, but not of, my soul remains
inexplicably connected to each
sorted row, where space and time
meet, where the interface explodes;
i am but a traveler, meandering
down and upon these dusty roads.
i am a fly that scurries in the autumnal winds
waiting for inevitability; fleeting such,
is the way of life-
this dream and i, creating boxes of time;
and i am not afraid of what’s to come-
for within these folds of order,
any race to be had, has already been won