Tag: wisdom

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

The coming of the winter solstice

Longest day approaches
And the pregnant sky prepares
For the birth of another sun-
Holy is the coming of light!
And the moon, full in her power,
Comforts the pain of new beginnings;
What is to come now that the darkness
Is pushed aside once again?
And what lingers in the shadows yet?
All is love as we find the new awakening
Of a new year
Heart and mind as one-
Between the inhale and the exhale;
The death and birth of change;
We grow inside this interface
And sing the ancient songs of praise.

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

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

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

silenced now

i’ve nothing left to spill from this soul;
i’m but a ghost,comprised of dust,
and what may have flowed from
my heart and fallen from my lips
is silenced now-
emptiness fills the spaces that once
breathed life to words,
and feeling to the thoughts within
my tattered soul…
silence remains like dirt upon a
lonely road, oh! this quiet
that invades me, pervades me,
torturous and true-
when will you leave me in peace
to find my inspiration again?
lost and drifting i am but a traveler
with no home