#Decisions #WritePhoto #SueVincent

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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

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#Threshold #WritePhoto #SueVincent #Poetry

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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.” 

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#Bright Light #SueVincent #WritePhoto

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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. 

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#Rift #WritePhoto #SueVincent

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The rift began long before the stones

held our memories

You might say it began before time

when light divided darkness. Or

did darkness divide light?

There is a rift that runs through the human brain

creating the left v. the right

logical v. illogical, perhaps

yet one cannot exist without the other

The rift is our own illusion

eyes forgetting how to see

 the lines that weave

through life, stronger than our DNA

perfect cohesion defying density

if we could only see beyond

the rift, again

Created for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt #rift

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#Timeless #writephoto #SueVincent

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She whispered

I am waiting for you

But the hills stretch for miles

where will I find you?

Her voice echoes through me

rising from the shadowlands

Inside I search the detritus

 of lifetimes forgotten

their effects left behind

my eyes look for the ever-green

of the heart to find her again

as feet stumble over instinct

broken by memory

until flesh touches stone

and her song sings truth through my cells

erasing time as the door

within opens again

 

For Sue Vincent’s weekly write photo challenge. A fitting photo as I get ready for another journey across the pond to mingle among the stones. To participate in the challenge, please click here.

 

#Blade #WritePhoto #SueVincent

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It is said the heart is a forest

green with life it is fed

with the breath

of love

pulsing renewal

in each moment rebirth

is possible, yet we wear the shield

of armor with thoughts of valor

forgetting

the sword that cleaves

is in our hands shining the green

like a mirror into eyes refusing to see

the life that is love

held inside

For Sue Vincent’s weekly #writephoto prompt. If you’d like to participate, please click here.

 

A Fragrant Life #writephoto #liveinjoy

 

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To think life is a garden to feast upon

is a fallacy of the human mind

We are birthed opening our eyes to wonder

but too often this wonder turns to greed

The want for more pleasure feeds the hungry mind

which triggers the body into belief that it too is ravenous

for more

Dissatisfaction is the inevitable result

as the body and mind encode the belief that more

is never enough. And so we feast

until there is no more to feast upon. Too late

we realize we have stripped bare the beauty

before us. The shadow of misery

dims the light and life withers

for lack of love. A self-inflicted prophecy

of despair. They say misery loves company

but that is not true. Misery does not love

And so we must discover Truth

turning the key inward to Joy

that every-present light within

We must breathe it back to Life

as we discover the self

inside the shadow

is the one true garden

waiting to bloom

For Sue Vincent’s weekly #writephoto prompt. If you’d like to participate, please click here

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