Freed to Love

catwoman-wow1She wasn’t a beauty in the
perceived physical sense

But,

she was perfectly beautiful.

No, she wasn’t without flaws,

(for, none of us are)

But,
she was perfectly perfect for
the hearts made to love her
in all that she was

and,

when her eyes gazed into mine
I saw the universe through her soul and
knew without doubt she had freed my own
from its eternal quest to know true love.

~*~

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Silence

3In profound silence
I find answers
to wordless questions
and watch a string of lights
glow
around this heart on fire
revealing all its passion.

What you’ll never know
is hidden in these depths
of quiet surrender.

Today
I sipped a pleasing voice
tasted its sweetness upon my lips
as fine as wine
and wallowed in its musical cadence
flush in the warmth of
a smile to keep and, then to share.

Those empty promises fade
into the ether
of some other netherworld

And I…

I play the game of life again
to win
with reckless charm.

~*~

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A Miracle in the Making

imageToday I saw a sunset
like I’d never seen before
and a red sky at night is
a shepherds delight but…
no shepherds were needed
to gaze upon this sight.

The sun opened its mouth
across the horizon
(an amazing fete
to reach out from so far
and kiss the Earth with
passsion).

And I too was caught
in the glow
awash in all her colours!

Colours that I’ve never seen
splashed clear across
the sky……

Perhaps it was our Creators
way of saying:

” LOOK YOU ALL…..FOR HERE AM I “

~*~
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Softness of days

34928113ea4a73c3d56f455d09e68182-d41knvrFinding strength in silence
where others may find madness

I revel in its calm caress
as a lover shares
the softest kiss
the softest sigh

the softest gaze
in the softest eyes.

After the thunder
and lightening passed

a storm which left not
even a trace in
teardrops

I bathe once more in
the passion of life
and
the softness of my days.

~*~

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Photograph © Bruno Chatard

Drifting

falling-angels-feathers-bluePainting pictures in the sky
days drift
one into the other

lazily

time passes
and I too drift

carried on
thought clouds

light as a feather’s soft
tickle and caress.

Back to a place of calm
which had been all too elusive
after the last of the storm.

She is there
radiating the sun’s warmth
onto my skin
smiling at my content.

I’m not in competition
no game to win or lose
no more woe or worry
of lies or half truths.

None of it matters anymore

I go with the flow now
and simply

become the moment.

~*~

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Awakening

shhhhBe still for once and
let the silence win.

For…

it’s in pure silence that
all truth is found.

Silence of the mind

to heal, to learn, to share,
to live, to love.

In silence we can reach that place
that oh so elusive plateau called
serenity
and with serenity comes

Awakenings.

A steady flow.
A slow opening of the heart and soul
in ripples of thought which seep
through the walls we build
rising to the surface, finally
…to breathe.

In silence we are at ‘one’

Battles fought and lost
in inner rage are
gone as new enlightenment
floods the soul.

In silence we realise
the future doesn’t just belong
to those of us who dream

but…

those who believe in
their own awakening.

~**~

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The divine

SunriseRighteousnessFotoliaPure
naked
fragile

words fly on a
whispering wind

So volatile is hope
spreading
as shadows of ghosts arrive
from another place
another time.

Gathering into silent sentences
from somewhere deep
avoiding storm clouds
we attempt to
touch the divine.

~*~

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