Connections

Connections complete us
and compete with us.

As one connection is made
so another fades.

This is the reality of life
the order of things.

A heartbeat is merely an echo
of silence
and within this silence
connections are made and lost.

A breath is nothing but
an exhumation of time
and within this time
we are being destroyed.

A touch is sufficient enough
for a soul to reach its purpose
and within this purpose
is love.

A living thought is dependent
upon its merit
for we are beings with the potential
to create malignant or benevolent connections.

This is the reality of life
the order of things.

As one connection is made
so another fades.

Connections complete us
and compete with us.

Open house

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Light and love live on
side by side with dust and death.
Nature’s open house

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Eye of the storm

It’s
understandable I suppose

we reach a point
where nothing exists

we reach that moment
when birds fail

and the trees
already slow in their time
inhale the heartbeats of life

One dares not
open the door
for fear of the shattering

and the not knowing
of what lies
beyond the silence

 

clouds

to understand
to be aware
to acknowledge

clouds
those blankets
of peacefulness and violence

we reach beyond
to that shroud
whence we came

perhaps to understand freedom
perhaps to be aware of love
perhaps to acknowledge our failures

And there are those clouds
gone in a whisper
in the time it takes to write a poem

Is it possible to feel

Stars
hairs upon skin
her universe
ever growing
light
falling into death
naked beneath time
silent in the study of life

Stars
how many heartbeats will it take
her open copulation
laughing in the dark
birthing shadows
gargoyles
crimson pools of thought
expanding
dying
silent

Stars
is it possible to feel
her soul
light
life
the beginning?

Is it possible to endure creation
without losing one’s mind?

her song of life

I can smell the earth
after the rain

I can sense its delight
its forgiveness
and its compassion

I can feel a slight chill
after the rain

a breath
a breathing of textured sighs
a whispered kiss

I can smell the grass, the flowers; life
after the rain

I can imagine the gentle hiss, of the escape
its joy of knowing birth
and the freedom of release

I can smell and see the earth
during the rain

petals sodden
joyful, joyful, dancing
and her song of life

smells so good