Tag: love
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Ripening
Unseen, unheard, and untouched, Life flourishes when resting in The gentle cradle of the spirit, Far away from the hands of men. • In the tender womb of silence, A seed matures into a sprout, A bud develops into a blossom, And a flower evolves into a fruit. • Out of the spring of stillness,…
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Instrument
My unborn tune sang in the silence Of the formless realm beyond the veil, Waiting to be conveyed into this world. • It sang to me before I could hear it as I lost myself in the crowd’s commotion And drowned in the sea of white noise. • It called out to me in the…
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Invisible Doors
What if death is not the only door And the invisible line is so close We encroach upon it unknowingly With our thoughts, hearts, or feet? • Like the words read in this world That are passages to the next; And the faces met in this realm That are guides to the one beyond •…
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Empty Hands
Here I kneel in silence once again, Hands empty and turned upward. Everything I held in the broken cup Of my palms has been taken away. • Scars and paint marks are scattered Over my weathered and peeling skin. The grooves on my palms map out The tortuous quests of the past — • My…
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Midnight Blossom (Inner Vision)
With the crescent of Light behind my eye, Let me admire you with The vision of my heart. • My love is the moon Illuminating your petals As they unfold in the Night of the five senses. • Planted in my chest, Nourished in my heart, You flourish in the Bosom of my soul –…
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Time and Tide
The tide has carried me across The time horizon, once again. Today’s waters are continuous with Those from the years elapsed. • The current relentlessly traverses Event boundaries once distant, Silently yet inexorably conquering The remote shorelines of the future. • Right now, let me baptize myself In this torrent of living water, Trusting the…
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Cycles
Many lifetimes later, I stumble across A familiar shoreline • I forgot that my soul Is a fractal of the ocean Reuniting with itself • I am the periodic tide On its merry-go-round of Creation and destruction • I rise and surge briefly Before the fall back into my Common origin with the waves
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Tumultuous Transitions
“In times of change, learners inherit the earth, while the learned find themselves beautifully equipped to deal with a world that no longer exists.” – Eric Hoffer Change is permanent in a world of impermanence. Transitions can be painful and filled with turmoil. In these tumultuous times, the old and the new rise in mutiny…
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The Road Less Traveled By (The Inner Journey)
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference.”– Robert Frost To me, the road less traveled by is the road to the inner world and the inner life. This is a quiet road that is often filled with loneliness and isolation from the…
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The Awakening – Night • Dawn • Day
“This life’s five windows of the soul Distorts the Heavens from pole to pole, And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not thro’, the eye That was born in a night, to perish in a night, When the soul slept in the beams of light.”– The Everlasting Gospel (William Blake) Night…
Night • Dawn • Day 