a slow porridge of time
Beyond the window
a stillness oozes
from leaf to leaf
in a slow porridge of time
The only movement
a passing dart of wing
on its way home
Beyond the window
a stillness oozes
from leaf to leaf
in a slow porridge of time
The only movement
a passing dart of wing
on its way home
If only the sun
would infuse me
with some of itself
so I could see
the pace of time
the stretch of light
its soul of dark
our fragile flight
Relax into the spirit of it all.
We are often unbalanced as we move through our lives and often there’s a noise, a vibration, or a gut feeling and these signs are sometimes missed, and I for one am guilty of not listening or not appreciating that maybe the universe is trying to say something, trying to let me know that perhaps I need to relax, to not overthink, and even to open myself to the mystery of my surroundings or to believe in the indomitable spirit of my soul.
Letting things go is good but troublesome in that there are so many distractions out there and so many diversions in here where thoughts run away in tangents of imagination.
So yes, letting things go is tough but once we start we’ll feel more freedom until that smile crinkles our soul into a rhapsody of realities
and then watch us fly!
I wanted to feel its creation.
It only lasted the short time
until the wax
expired
to reveal the truth of art
for art is born of darkness
in the cold reaches of mystery
where myth blends with reality
and where imagination’s atoms
shiver in perpetual flights of expired
dreams.
I wanted to understand.
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Without wings
we fall
into the abyss around us
unless we break through
this, “protection”
and allow flight to feel
the falling
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