Survival frames from outside in-
gird by outer stress,
fears inside cower safe
a nurtured life facade.
Survival brain protects and stands
against, and never for.
Safe until the moon sets long-
a quiet tremor felt,
the winds subside,
a sigh is heard,
before you fall apart..
It is what it is
As if I were not entangled.
Stuck
lost in illusions of Control
It is
not so hidden
rising to the skin
exposed to time and life
open air propagates
and the cycle spins
until the fire within
destroys
what once was
only a lonely soul
lost in search of love
thumbprints press hard
on the outer part to shape shift being
into a failed construct
facade
hiding a soul looking for the light behind
to dispel shadows and such
searching for life beyond the creep of forced ideals
into everlasting peace
Not thinking much about god these days,
trapped in stone and stained glass.
Though everywhere I look
tangible, take your breath away visions
most often
strong, nurturing and wise
like a Mom.
Tangled Twisted.
Winding Wombs.
Birthed beyond edges and endings.
Carried cradled warm with hope.
What happens next is all unseen.
A new day, new year all veiled
Each breath treasuring the dark and unknown
whispering hope without light.
Jays own the trees
up. down.
round the row
of closed doors,
home to the lonely
fallen ones
with broken wings of expectation
failing flight and fight.
Today the flow slows
pressing the line
hard with whispers
of bygone time
and treasures
just now remembered.
#photography #nature #SundayThoughts
What of a moment
makes for time to collapse
onto itself
into itself
until the flow escapes notice
and the big one gets away
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