Reflections

REFLECTIONS

Day yields her chaotic light at last
to the venerable stars as
silent breath and movement
share the ancient moon with
each last persistant ray

One, reluctant to leave and
another yet to reach to dawn
from the peaceful dark.

The pureness of
a brand new tomorrow
awaits in windows through
which I gaze
reflecting both past and future
where guardians of the soul
hold my fragile heart as it beats
inside the calmest breast
knowing it will thrive
showered in their blessed love
as I look once more to
the invisible horizon.

~**~

 

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Shared at Poets united-Thursday Think Tank   and….

Shared with One Single Impression #171 Endure

The Oracle

THE ORACLE

 

I used to beware of thoughts
that come in the night
but,
she speaks to me through whisps of clouds
that wander where they wish
across my sky of thought
somewhere in time.

An oracle who knows the
heart and soul of a poet
swayed in moonlight’s dance
over the waters sublime.

Her unerring eyes see through
the guise I wear, painted as a smile
and, she threads the needle that
contains all the strands
of my naked healing.

She knows that sometimes
I am the fallen
yet, for all my sins
still wishes to see me rise.

She imparts her wisdom
then bids me leave to find my way
having shown me the last secret
is one held in spirit
as I quietly walk my path of
rainbow light.

~**~

 

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Shared at 50th Poet’s Pantry-Poets United

Shared at One Shot Wednesday #week49

Shared at: Carry on Tuesday #108

Freedom Sky

This song has always inspired me to write of the freedom and majesty of an Eagle in flight and, it is the inspiration for the following prose.
I also created the video.

 

FREEDOM SKY

On a day like no other
she opened sleepy eyes
to the hush of all around

there was nothing moving
not even,
silent sound.

A breath of the universe fell
so light from space
to touch with such a softness
the cheek of her up-turned face.

Dawn’s sun kissed distant tree-tops
with the wink of a lazy eye
and there she stood on the
tallest perch, over-looking
earth and sky.

She fluffed
She stretched
She preened herself and gleamed

Lifting feathers to a gentle breeze
she teased them away from wings
that she unfolded very slowly to
ease herself awake
preparing for the journey
she was about to make.

Caught between two worlds
of darkness and of light

To her left, were moon-lit meadows
still held in Lunar’s trance
swaying in intimate movement
of a lover’s sensual dance.

To her right, translucent sunbeams
warmed her naked skin
feathers raised and readied
she welcomed heat to reach those depths within
where memories of a thousand moons
are recalled in mystic dreams
and nothing is impossible
sing the songs of distant streams.

With one long last knowing gaze
she surveyed all that she could see
and with only a leap of faith
she opened majestic wings out wide
and caught a favoured breeze
thereupon, to glide.

And,

Up, up and away she soared
to the freedom of her skies.


~**~

© Daydreamer Too

I love being able to let my thoughts just…fly….
Ever since I was a young child, I’ve always dreamed I could fly and know instinctively how it would really feel if I could….who knows, maybe my spirit did…in a past life.
(I guess) We are all as free as we allow our minds to be.

Shared with Poetry Pot Luck, Inspired by a song

Another Day

ANOTHER DAY

Elegant blessings abound but…
am I worthy of their grace and favour.

I’ve seen beyond the black and white
of past echoes
where,
(if anyone asks me)
I’ll always say
I love my soft-fall rain
time, and time, and time again
for,
it washes me clean of woes and
licks my wounds
leaving a salt taste behind
simply to remind
that love is brave and
bears no regret or remorse.

If today
I write a sigh
it’s because
(well)
in the absence of daring
the word seems to suit my mood.

The hour draws near
where a galaxy of stars will
once again paint the sky
and, there I’ll dream amongst
the mystic glow of La Lunas
milken hue, knowing she won’t mind.

I’ll quietly lay and bathe in her
mysterious glow or,
(if she’s shy)
nights bluest light will
lead my peaceful sleeping into
the gold of day
and,
at the coming of dawn
I’ll surrender freedoms wings
to turn their circles in the air
without me
as I dare once more to
wake and face another day.

~**~

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If I Could Touch This Memory

IF I COULD TOUCH THIS MEMORY

Reaching for unseen truths
in that temple of the fates
Such depths, invoked.

Lit from within
in that light
dispelling darkness

No…there was no fear.

Cushioned in the friendship
of your soul
I found a soft place to fall.

Free then,

tip-toed into ecstasy and
danced the dance of forever.

Oh, if I could touch this memory

This find of buried treasure

when,

in those halls of quite wonder
nothing was awry

and willingly,

I opened up to loving you
changing forever
the colours of my mind.

~**~

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Love changes, everything.

Water, Wind and Stone

 

WATER WIND AND STONE

Across the water

she waits
where the mountains
meet the sky.

With a genteel radiance
she describes infinity
through the beauty of
her eyes.

Atuned to Earths vibration
I hear melodies in
hidden caverns
that reverberate to my
soul’s dance

Silent to all
save those who sing
of the joys to be shared
in the comfort of their truth

and,

love still blooms
in water, wind and stone.

~**~

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I believe that Love is everywhere…. both within us and without and, I believe everything we see and that which we don’t see is also alive, water, wind and yes, I believe even stone has its own type of life.

Love just….IS

  

Shared at:  Thursday Poets Rally #45 

(Haiku) 

Winning this award

Was such a lovely surprise

My heart is smiling

 

If you wish to participate in this go here:   Promising Poets Cafe  

There are so many talented writers each one deserving of being mentioned but I can only nominate one person and it is Lunawitch15

So

SO

In an elegant ritual
worthy of love
you warmed me
through the longest of winter chills.

Breathed me in with a
single breath that was true.
Held me there
in the depths of your soul

Where,

In the absence of shadows
I found my sanctuary
lay within your light.

So bright,
so right,
so true,

Leaving me
so free

So perfect,
in my imperfect harmony

Your light was all that you are
and, all I can ever hope to be.

~*~

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Shared at One Shot Wednesday # 48 and also at
Thursday Poets Rally Week 45

Being in the Now

BEING IN THE NOW

She asked me
how do you…
and, I replied

Hush now,
still yourself
…inside

Breathe in deep
find that place
where your soul resides.

Time flows
as particles of dust rise up
to flit and float…
To dance on rays of light
continuing the ebb and flow
of life.

Unafraid of what will be
I know that you are the One
I am yours
…eternal
and, you free my thoughts
to roam at will.
To look beyond dust
that settles upon the
vacant window-sill of
an ache, ignored.

No,
I settle for nought
but to see my sea of blue
and perchance, a cloud
to ponder on as,
in beloved silence, it rolls along
that fine-sprung thread.

Or,
the bird I espy whose flight
becomes my own as it
swiftly clasps an upward
gasp of air ‘neath wings that
lift it higher still
lightening my mood too
as I feel the thrill of
such daring.

I am whole
and,
 am here in the now of my being
my breath is my spirit
alive

I am a body

…Free.

 

~**~

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This came about from my mini-monster-teen Chloe, asking me how do I meditate.
Oh how the mind does wander in beautiful Daydreams….. eh~! 🙂

Dark to Light

DARK TO LIGHT

A vast sky
holds its magic there for me
with a touch of silk it glides
naked, across all thought.

Dressed in her most luscious gown
night trails a waterfall of stars
and dances with other
teasing ribbons of light
that touch the soul and set
the flesh to tingle.

Extraordinary

…. life.

Who can forget
such rhapsody once you’ve
listened with your heart
as classic lines
paint a waltz of words
on canvas in the mind
bringing forth
the cosmic dark
to light.

~**~

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Dark to light and, back again…the circle and cycle of
life and universal love as it is, always and…unbroken.

Shared at One Shot Wednesday and
Poetry Pot Luck

All That I Am

ALL THAT I AM

In reaching for the stillness
I feel you.
Each breath I take, hold and, exhale
then, blends itself to crystal mist
or…
falls in fresh teardrops of
early morning dew.
Yes, I feel you.

How far I have travelled from
a painful past.
As far as my feet would
carry me
but…
not as far as my love
has yet to go.

Because of you
today, I am all that I am
but…
not all that I will ever be.

You bathe my darkness
in a circle of light
that shifts the gloomy moods
back away from the edge of the abyss
up to the quiet, acceptable.

What a treasure you are
to have
to hold me
…through the longest of nights.
I’m embraced in warmth and glow
of all the love that there is
because of you
gentle spirit.

~*~

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Added to Poetry Potluck

Don’t Forget To Breathe

 

DON’T FORGET TO BREATHE

Today I found some precious time
alone, before the rain arrived.
Turned my collar against the
wind’s cold hands
tasted the sky once more and
felt alive, again.

A moment
of love
of dreams, aloud.

I saw through the grey veil
of passing clouds to
where pieces of hearts were
painted with words that
cannot be said.

But…
If my soul does not feel
all the love there ever was
and will ever be
what is there left

…what is there left.

Ah,
the most beautiful secrets
are always planted deeply,
nurtured and, grown into
treasured memories
almost as if…
that which cannot be seen

still sings in harmony with
everything that can.

I look to the sea and
hear you calling, softly.
Offer up prayers of gratitude
for the blessings that were mine
from the simple beauty of
sunlight on your face to
the unmistakable look of love
in your eyes

and…
with barely a whisper
hear your voice in the waves say

‘Don’t forget to breathe.’

 

~*~

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Three Times My Life Has Opened

Three Times My Life Has Opened

Three times my life has opened.
Once, into darkness and rain.
Once, into what the body carries at all times within
it and starts to remember each time it enters the act of love.
Once, to the fire that holds all.
These three were not different.
You will recognize what I am saying or you will
not.
But outside my window all day a maple has
stepped from her leaves
like a woman in love with winter, dropping the
colored silks.
Neither are we different in what we know.
There is a door. It opens. Then it is closed. But a
slip of light stays, like a scrap of unreadable paper left on
the floor,
or the one red leaf the snow releases in March.
 

Jane Hirshfield The Lives of The Heart (1994-1997)