Last night, I drank Surya
tea. The sun god trickled
down my throat weaving golden rays
through the darkness until
I rose. Lifted arms
like wings and soared
my body ablaze with his fire
freedom is the absence of density
and my cells knew only light
Category: Poems
The Vast Unbroken #Span #WritePhoto
You travel swiftly in this river
called life. Rushing over rocks
pulling your weight around sharp
corners, creating the froth
of exertion. Yet
your span is infinite
in stillness and
when the flow becomes
a harmony to the rhythm
within. One vast body
boundless. A life without
edges, blending all matter
soothes the sides of resistance
with the awakened pulse
it is both the bridge
and the current
For Sue Vincent’s weekly #WritePhoto prompt #Span.
The Hummingbird’s Visit #YogaPoetry
While sitting on the porch this afternoon, I had a visit from the resident hummingbird and found myself pulled into the stillness of the present to bear witness to life. While it is all too easy to try to take over life in our hurry to live it, sometimes it is worthwhile to allow it to take over us. If even for just a few moments.
Sometimes it is enough
to watch the circle of life
and listen to the rise and fall of its notes
How the sky screams the hawk’s warning
before a spirit lifts from the body of a chipmunk
to rejoin the infinite expanse
Hidden in the green, the house cat
skulks as though it were in Africa
The dimensions of size and place lost
to the memories of cells
In the stillness of the moment
tense is erased by the rhythm
of the breath’s own steady rise and fall
inviting the heart to find
the harmony of the dance
Is the struggle real? #YogaPoetry
Beautiful things happen when you enter
the space of infinite becoming
where each aspect of the self unfurls
its petals to the stillness contained within
in soft waves of light
you are birthed
whole to all that you are
and discover essence is not confined
to a body
love drips
like water through the pores of skin
dissolving this sheath that would be armor
do not allow yourself to be held
too long in the coat
beauty is a timeless seed
requiring darkness
to germinate
a hidden code revealed only
when the self lets go of all
that it thought was real
and becomes Life
itself
#Decisions #WritePhoto #SueVincent
Four directions
mark the way of the living feet
Points on a compass
as old as the cross that divides
and joins them
our marker of death
We remember Jesus
as a son of God
splayed in four directions
for all to see and worship
a martyr to our sins
We place the symbol on our graves
and walk over what is buried
soon forgetting the features of skin
covering bones as if it were the structure
that matters most
Yet the cross also marks the way
inward. Two lines bisected
into four join at the heart center
We look at the agony of pain etched on the face
blood dripping from nailed hands and feet
stopping that movement we call life
forgetting that the center
returns us all home
For Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt #Decisions.
#Threshold #WritePhoto #SueVincent #Poetry
You stand upon the threshold of self
when the eyes outside look inward
past the outer and all its beauty and decay
Light plays tricks with shadows until
they are explored through the pathways
of your own labyrinth, discovering you
are not a cave of darkness, hiding
You are light itself. One golden strand
without an end or a beginning weaves you whole
You
may begin outside, but you will always come back
to the center, pulsing the light that is you
through the body that would hold
Close your eyes and forget this shell
See the labyrinth of light inside
breathing into open space
forming tensile strands weaving
expansion into boundless essence
until there is no you held inside darkness
only joy, threading its golden breath
through all life
Written for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto challenge, “Threshold.”
#Bright Light #SueVincent #WritePhoto
Blue
Beyond
Take me through
The well of the throat
So that I might drink full
The waters of life. Replenish light
Bright. Oh, so bright. The brilliance of
A supernova exploding the universe inside
Of me. To know love again, beyond the
Depths of pain. To know the fingers
Of joy’s dance in every cell. This
Is life. Full. Complete in itself
It finds home in the green
Heart where unfettered
Filaments weave
Truth
For Sue Vincent’s Weekly #WritePhoto prompt. Please click here to participate.
