breathing in the texture of silence…
Sacred things…
Can you feel light
shimmering
as it touches the ground?
when paradigms of nature
radiantly abound…
In the stillness
of imagination
beams reach out,
emboldening presence
banishing doubts…
a flurry of tenderness
prickled my skin,
illuminating
the vision of
sacred things…
Watching…
When you watch me,
notice the nuance
of my breath…
When you see me,
feel the brutality of death…
For I am unusual,
a body without a creed…
I am the hope,
that joy
will intercede…
And you look at me
with pity in your eyes,
you fake a smile
an unwanted disguise…
For, I see you,
in the fabric of this book,
I’m a family
of strangers
overlooked…
But I don’t mind,
for there’s life on other worlds…
I’ll meet you there,
where love still speaks in words…
I can feel you,
in each sigh
beneath my breath,
quietly watching
in the place
that knows not death…
So much to teach…
I love your lines,
I love the way you reach,
your unchanged
rhythm…
you have
so much to teach…
I love your softness,
the way
you blossom,
your glowing aspect,
that holds
such promise…
Shades of blue…
The sky
was a perfect shade
of heaven…
from up above,
Angels
cast their blessings…
in shades of blue
they scooped up
all my sorrow…
and in soft twilight
I felt them quietly follow…
Swirling before her…
and then she looked down
at her own reflection,
and in the shadows
she saw
no separation…
just a benevolent Universe
swirling before her…
It was the mystery that delighted her…
Displays of light…
You do your best to survive
the brutality,
but you never forget…
your brave face pressed against the darkness…
though the pain subsides,
you wait
in pools of unwanted thought…
And grief erupts unexpectedly…
You speak to them often,
in whispers,
you ask their advice
you say their name out loud
and hope that someone
will recognize them
on cloudy days
or when dragonflies visit…
There is a deep longing
to see their radiance
to know where they are
to ride to them
on clouds of dreams
across the veil…
The ache lies
in the pit of remembrance
in waking hours
beyond separation…
You would die if it was easier
to find their face
carved out
in glowing spectres…
But at that very moment
of faith,
the space between
thought and inhalation,
the veil thins
just a fraction
and you glimpse
displays
of light
reaching heaven…
