“No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.”
Winter is befuddled when warm winds blow,
to let flowers grow!
The drabness of the landscape,
under oblique sun.
Earth tilts forward and winter is undone!
Feelings oscillate, between highs and lows,
we change our bulky clothes!
Don’t wait in the wings for another icy blast,
let out hearts applaud,
as spring tiptoes passed….
“Don’t gobblefunk around with words.”
― The BFG
where have I been,
scraped on the tarmac of indecision,
cemented to errant thought,
of vacant mind,
in rootless imaginings,
of migratory thinking…
am I a just a vagabond with words?….
let me mediate with vocables,
shift from embedded understanding
and float into
of a whispered libretto
without sedentary pause
Google will be my guide…..
“Our hearts of stone become hearts of flesh when we learn where the outcast weeps”
― Abba’s Child: The Cry of the Heart for Intimate Belonging
When you see an Earthling, rejected and alone,
touch the light within him,
and remind him of his home.
Divine light dwells,
in every living being,
heaven uncovered by life’s broken dreams.
“Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.”― Rumi
She saw his face
from the inside
colored with love
in beams of
of deep devotion.
She was lost
in the fragrance
It was a radiance
that lit her world
in a delicate constancy
“If in every breath you strip naked just like winter, the joy of spring will grow from within.”
Staring at the blankness of winter’s abyss,
my heart was eclipsed.
Winds were muttering, rattling in the eaves
to do as it please.
Murmuring in corners
swirling through form,
devoid of warmth.
Acquiesced interludes of light peeped through,
scattering the blues.
In melancholy whispers
of a fragile heart,
gloomy acquaintances required a jump-start!
gazing into the nature of things…