The universe can feel you breathing

The universe can feel you breathing
can feel the moisture of your thoughts
as you sit in fear and contemplation
of that outside, that battle fought

The universe can feel you breathing
can feel your moments of regret
as you stand alone by your window
watching reflections of eyes so wet

The universe can feel you breathing
can feel your heart beat ancient blood
as you sit in time and anticipation
of that outside, that wretched hood

The universe can feel you breathing
can feel the softness of your soul
as you stand alone in solitude’s air
watching waiting for someone to hold

The universe can feel your pain
can feel your sadness deep and true
and as you stand without foundation
breathe and feel the universe in you

a fragment of spring

… he sits feeling the warmth of the spring breeze. A chaos of midgies hover near the edge; some are caught in a cobweb as mallards float along, birds hidden in the trees make themselves known and little buds begin their openings.

All these goings on are disturbed by the noise of a chugging barge churning the silt. A magpie swoops to the other bank to peck at something in the grass and there a moorhen comes out from the dark overhang. The magpie does a little dance and is gone as a another barge comes along in the wake of those returning mallards.

It’s quiet now but for nature’s song. The magpie returns with its mate pecking and tugging with hungry abandon, and there they’re off to the trees.

He sits trying with all his will to feel to engage with all this beauty but of course he fails. He’s not a part of this, he’s merely an observer and this saddens him …

~

Heed

the named storm wakes me
with its whistles and drones

I sit here listening
trying to remember its name

I forget
but did I really take much notice

so of course I haven’t forgotten
if its name passed me by

That crack in the ceiling
that scar in my mind
that sinking
… softness of you

once

it’s futile
there’s nothing to remember
nothing to forget

nothing

but once

An echo breathing

Magic arrives when it’s needed.

This message is ready for the few
for those souls
bereft of the beauty
we sometimes take for granted.

The beauty, of course, is not physical
but those things we feel
and emit
without and within

it is that echo
breathing, touching, vibrating
it is that echo.

Sometimes a sadness overshadows
a loneliness begins
a feeling of loss is found
and all we want is to escape
into ourselves
to close the curtains of our minds
and escape into the sorrows
of emptiness
where there is no light
no fire
no

but, where there is emptiness
there is of course, an echo.

It breathes with you and for you
for you are
that breathing echo
you are open to receive
those long searched for
alchemies of love.

Magic arrives when it’s needed
as love
because love
is already within us
within you now

breathing its echo.

Inhale, smile
and believe
in your beauty.