The air is breathing, short and sharp with the freshness of its chill. The days are starting to feel the premature cut to their lazy long glory of summertime. And I’m feeling the bite of the cold, like the affections of a lover whose touch is no longer desired, whose presence is a distraction fromContinueContinue reading “Shifting seasons”
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Child of the Water Spirits
Sacred beat of the drumFeel your calling in my bloodSacred heart of the oceanFeel your pulsing in my soulFor I am a childOf the wild water spiritsAnd I am here for a reasonTo help Her message grow
Fairy fires
Wisps of white weaving, pure mist Like it’s coming from sweet fairy fires It’s hidden in the rolling hills Dancing through, into the winter deep And it holds me strong with the mystical thought I am all that I see and I am all, beyond
A wonderland of topsy turvy norms, and a warped surrealist painting
It’s stupid o’clock in the night when I start to write this post. I’m not suffering so much from jet lag, as from a kind of social adjustment problem. My bubble has burst. My seven month bubble in a tropical haven, a Wonderland beyond Alice’s wildest dreams, where we danced round bonfires to the beatContinueContinue reading “A wonderland of topsy turvy norms, and a warped surrealist painting”
Homesick
Leaving you, was the hardest choice I ever made To brave the world beyond your shores With this knowing deep down that You were my Home And that I could not say, just when I would walk your sun-kissed paths again And as I shiver, as I wander through this cold confusion That lays onContinueContinue reading “Homesick”
Winds of change
Dancing with my shadow Cleansed by the waves of an incoming tide I transcend the physical In search of the spiritual And in the gentle glow Of a melting afternoon sun Brightest gold after the storm I surrender to the flow Of wherever the winds Will blow me next; I feel it coming, the timeContinueContinue reading “Winds of change”
Yearning
Come; Together let’s cross the raging river Of broken dreams And new beginnings The weeping waters Telling stories Of forgotten loves Hopeless ambitions Lost in time Then rising again An echo, a whisper Of aching desire The deepest yearning For the human soul to find another who – just might share their vision
Stillness
How many moments pass me by While I try to capture one In a still frame, which never shows The truth, the life beyond . Hiding away the fierce laughter, And frowns of a troubled soul Alone in the endless expanse Of a vast sleepless void . What beauty sighs beyond my grasp? Butterflies sweptContinueContinue reading “Stillness”
The other half
Sound of silence, Web of stillness First you tense, As emptiness Shocks your bones; Alone, afraid to Face the ghost within. But one day You’ll learn, you’ll grow Hearing the music In your soul; The friend, the lover Always there to Gently guide you home. Photographer: Robert Doisneau
Content
That heavy emptiness Settling in Satiated soul Mellow mind Done, content Energy spent Yet nourished, held In the calmest space The precious place With nothing more To do or say Caught in Infinite Timelessness