Tag: Soul
Broken wings
We are never alone, even when we feel broken, when our solitude hurts, for there is always a remembered presence of a feeling from a moment when we were touched by another’s soul whose feathers, broken as they were, became a warm seed of healing inside us, almost as if, by being damaged, they released some essential matter, some essential magnetism which attracted the same from us.
And there you see, even in our painful solitude, we are never alone if we can pause to remember that soft touch of pain from broken wings.
Your oblivion smile
There are moments
when I see the stars,
the stars,
whose light shines brightest
when you smile
for in those moments
I wake to the possibilities
of that smile …
your oblivion smile
exploding my soul
Peace in a busy technological world
Hush now
The storm has passed
leaving behind
a kind of soft saturated wildness
in the air
on the leaves
in the sky where the clouds,
seeming unsure as to their purpose
or their colour,
melt along the horizon
to reveal the blue, blue
age of day.
Hush now
Go to your windows and open them
walk along your path and breathe
open your heart and smile
turn off your tech and feel the clean air
smell the mulch
taste the abscence of rain
and watch as one after the other
creatures fly about, crawl about
under the blue, blue
age of day.
Hush now
Live in these moments
breathe the peace
stretch your mind and your body
reach up, reach down
reach all around. Now,
watch as those whisps of breath
drift to the trees
to the earth
and up to the blue, blue sky
to create the rain of tomorrow’s peace
for the coming new age of day.
Hush now
The Fabric of Our love
A Ritual of Being
This was written about 5 years ago. I thought I’d repost it as a picture poem with a litte edit.
Vibration of soul
This was originally posted in 2012! Wow, ten years ago!
I decided it needed an upgrade and a bit of an edit.