Looking out with weathered views I find there is much seen from places away from where I stand
The other window, past the trees where the wind blows from the north is something else
if I close my eyes and listen closely – I shiver and know.
I am blind though to the color of the eastern view from my western space
Looking out with simple delight– only with framed views I fear.
Photography via Julieallyn wordpress.com
It’s a damning process storing every thought , worry
tucked unfolded mostly
so the space feels empty, sterile to the curious.
No presence or joy
broken soul alone
though an open door of life nurtured love.
No space for love or hate-tucked unfolded mostly,
muted and muffled by an unnatural shhhh…
Photo by Steve Garrington
I saw the Beast who bolted
through my safely tucked repose
and I heart racing with breath catching
awaken, now exposed.
Was he there from set of sun, joined in this space I slept?
Did I so warm this nightly Beast within my bed caressed?
I alone will wonder now as dusk blows through to day
what creature comfort darkens night and lays me down, I pray.
Photograph by Chris Johns
What of the rage within that swells?
then like a boom, you crash against the wall with words
you knock another off their holy high and you fall and drown
ego slammed against the shore
shamed to be sand-covered
soaked in humanity
photo courtesy of Kalani Cummins
Life lived slow mid thorns of fear, wounded weighted low,
Memories lost of journeys free before this path, this NO.
Gone the days of wonder’s laugh choked out by touching hurt.
Yet undeceived can eyes still see such beauty bright unthroned?
Yes! seize and strain the light until with hope you can release
the tears flow down like rain
and grow the heart beyond this place.
For there the quiet secret pain remains embraced and thus refined,
breathed within a lover’s kiss, a holy space divine.
What I hear is an option. Even in choosing silence- I can hear. I listen….
Sound is a space of being
Sound is a link to a moment in time.
It is tangible, functional, inviting.
As I separate the tones and attend to one over the other I learn and feel and know a new old something.
As the layers stream into my consciousness
I am reminded
I am comforted
I am loved.