Epitome

In shimmering waves of light
she gazed out across
rhythmic time
feeling every heart-beat
of the world.

Through a mist clearing
instinctivly she knew
she was part of something
so much bigger than she’d
ever dreamed.

In the quest for stillness
(or, so it seemed to be)
she found the one that is
meant for all of us
to see

and,

a broken arrow lay upon
the pages turned
to remind her of the pain
of lessons learned and
wisdom gained from
acceptance of
the same.

In a state of grace
she spread her wings
silent,
to the nights embrace

and with a most ethereal touch
caused sweet sensations to wake
like hairs upon a nape
rise naked to the flame.

Filled with such a passion
she will never forget the
only divine expression we
mortals have is pure and
selfless love

and,

to become love itself is
the epitome of life.

~**~

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The Peaceful Part

A balalaika plays
crisp, clear notes
to stroke away each
worry and each woe.

Each jerk on strings which
pull this way then that
to pass beyond all carnage of
earthly living fear.

I knew you long ago
in that place before time.

Before ancients built their
monuments to please God’s who ruled
the paths we now walk, too.

I knew you in the softest song of the wind
or, in its most playful loud.

Knew you in each dance of waves
which rise up, puncture the air
then rush to great waiting shores.

After searching for you
most of my life
I found you
and know you so well
for,

you are me

The peaceful part.

~*~

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