The Vast Unbroken #Span #WritePhoto

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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.

 

 

#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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#Blade #WritePhoto #SueVincent

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Photo Credit: Sue Vincent

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.

 

#Waiting #Writephoto Prompt

 

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Create your own sunshine, she said

The walls you erect around you

hold the body, but not the soul

It is the mind’s choice to walk the corridors

of the shadow-land

where fear lurks as a transparent ghost

waiting to possess your form

Why pace the hallways you have already traveled

back and forth

as though Time can be captured?

What are you waiting for?

The return of a joy that slipped by you

after kissing, for a moment, your eager lips?

 you, who are forever returning to the ghost

that wants to feed upon you

When the choice is always within you

to live free

in the boundless now

  illumined in the full glory

of the ever-present soul

 

My contribution to Sue Vincent’s weekly #writephoto prompt. To participate, please click here. 

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