Together
At the edge of land the sand releases
back to the sea to be reborn
Oh to be one tiny grain tumbling into endless re-
union, pulled effortlessly back into the tide
waiting to let go. To feel a full surrender
to trust knowing unity awaits
after the pure ecstatic rush of release
Oh to be birth, over and over
by love as day melts into night
For Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt #together
I cannot help thinking of the heart
and life’s breath held in separation
A viral wrap, searching for community
opening the return of the forgotten
goddess. She peers green eyes of the forest
through locks of fire. An earthen trunk
rooted to the life lines. Horns tuned
to the stars, bridging the divide
How everyone is feeling
the broken as fear’s seize spreads dis-
ease. Time, collapsing and morphing
twisting minutes too surreal to be real
Too real to be false. Lies breaking the voice
gasping for air through constricted lungs
while she breathes her return, softly beckoning
from the shadows. Can you see me now?
she asks. The key is held in your heart
and all
The water cleaves the heart of the forest
opening the wound. Forcing its way to freedom
it pours the mud of civilization into her gaping chest
beating a rhythm faster than nature
We have forgotten how to move
with her river. How to beat the heart in time
with the flow and not race
speed. We, hasty creatures of greed defined as progress
lament the loss of the free soul. It cries through the open wound
A torrent of tears falling on deafened ears. Angry men,
too white to remember the goddess inside
stand at the point of the sun and shout anger. Feeble
hands grasping power that was never theirs to hold
while she waits in the shadows, her breast
splaying wide their wound, dripping pain
The drain of life force unstopped
becomes the torrent of fear
and we, its helpless child
grasping to hold
love
For Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt, #torrent
Some say the giants are still here
Their memories held inside the stones
They watch the movement of time
and grimace at our indifference
Some weep for lack of care
Borrowing water from the sky
Our eyes see inert bodies
ravaged by weather and not
the chiseling hand. Yet the eye watches
waiting for the few who wish to spiral inward to stir
memories beyond dimension. The giants seek
the seekers and wait. Feeling the press of footsteps
blindly walking. The push of restless bodies
Listening to “Hurry up.” “Let’s move on”…
to the next best thing. Whatever that is.
They watch. Eyes following too slowly to be caught
Lids, never blinking. Legs tucked into the land
who knows their breath. Their hearts,
held in Her hands pulse the music of the land
She, who never forgets her children
moves love through tired veins to spiral the waiting eye
Forever looking for the one who will stop
and remember.
For Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt, #memory
Still
The body, subject to the mind,
reaches for more, grabbing at an illusion
never realized. It seeks to be sustained by want
collecting treasures to adorn it.
False garments of the self dim the light inside.
The body, subject to the heart,
becomes a vessel of love.
Its hands, stilled from grasping,
hold only peace, and its face
reflects the light of the sun
free to move through its skin
igniting the world around it
like a beacon of hope
For Sue Vincent’s weekly #writephoto prompt, #still.
Peace arrives upon the horizon of stillness
and the slow letting go fades into the night
We are creatures of the moon and the sun
howling through the winds and the rain
lashing at fears often unfound
we seek the light as though it were
illusive. Stretching our filaments in surrender
the body breaks open to become the sky
The mind, woven in wonder gives way
to the passage. And the voice, that howling
gnashing voice screeching to be heard
becomes the wind. And you
and I, we become the one
crimson wrapping gold
and everything in between
our ocean of light softly surging
and collapsing into the fold
we rock to the music of stars
and find that we were never
forgotten
For Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt #Daybreak.
The Seal of Circe
She wove the rainbow through the threads of being
offering life in her hand
“Drink”
It felt like the moon
moving through the shadowed land
filaments of light filling the long
forgotten pathways. She sang of magic
her voice dancing through my night
eyes opening wide
the blue columns, catching the fire
of Horus to lift the roots that bind
She, the water to his fire
He, the sun to her moon
and I, the child born of their union
A seal stamped upon a dream
Or was it something more
this urgent memory of magic
lingering after she returned
to night. My feet still dancing
her song, slightly unsure
unaccustomed to a tune
called freedom and also joy
older than time
leading me home
For Sue Vincent’s weekly #writephoto prompt challenge “Offering.”
