To tumble out of the unfolding draw in a breath
Remember who you are
Remember the child who knew how to dance with light
Your doorway to truth
Like Alice peering into the Looking Glass without fear
Grab ahold of wonder
Dive into the ripening
You the vine, but also the seed
Arising from the place of beginnings
Everything already coded
waiting to break open
To reach beyond the ground
draw down light and spread the tender vine
Rejoining the spiral dance
To expound upon beauty
Uniquely yours to release
Dive out of the covers
And breathe fresh
Life yours to define
Mold ripe potential
Defining the turn of lines
Washing the edges with color
Until you forget work
In favor of creation
There is no need to rise
Above or below
But inward
The extraordinary is spiral
You, reaching to discover
The ecstatic dance of joy
In your own rhythm
The steps lighten
Opening the beauty of you
Again
I have been missing Sue, I’m sure I always will. Some days the pull to feel her presence is stronger than others. The other day, a friend of mine asked if I had reached out to her across the veil. Deliberately parting the veil is not something I do often these days. I have grown weary of the numinous and perhaps a bit distrustful. So many conspiracies and lunacies are now attached to the spiritual communities, yet there are aspects of home that cannot be denied when one steps into the space of silence. I’d like to think I heard her voice, again, in these words who are not just for me, but for anyone who doubts who they are. I share them here with visuals from the wonderful photographers on Pexels, open to individual interpretation…
You are evergreen boughs seeking water
You are a child gliding on a silver kite into the wind, breathless in wonder
You are hope letting go of despair
The wild window of wonder beckoning us back to life
You are beautiful in the essence of self
You are one thousand moments waiting to occur
The slipstream in the current pulling into infinite possibilities
You are life. Precious and uniquely yours to define.
Murmur
I am the murmur in your heart
One thousand wings flutter you
awake. I am the golden kiss opening
your lips. My breath reaching inward
searching your darkness with light. I am
the sun, but also the moon. Night dancing
inside of you breaking dawn
into filaments of truth
witnessing the glory
of you rising to meet
me
Inspired by Sue Vincent’s weekly photo prompt. If you would like to participate, please click here.
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
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.
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
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
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.”
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.
The Light Behind the Story 