A Ritual of Being

This was written about 5 years ago. I thought I’d repost it as a picture poem with a litte edit.
This was written about 5 years ago. I thought I’d repost it as a picture poem with a litte edit.
Among the greens
the blue
blue light of her soul
shines her song
of loneliness
The blue light of her soul
gives pause to reflect
upon the way of
time's immortality
It is how we reflect
that allows her to sing
those waves of solitude
Her song reaches
farther into the night
Where we need her light.
The universe can feel you breathing
a rose is nothing but a reflection of you
as it sheds its petals
to reveal your perfect heart
how the rain sings on my windows
reminds me of the joy
in my soul as you smile
you are the nature of this time
bringing a spiritual essence
to warm the solitude of mine
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
checked on the bonsai
made tea
walked under the greens
said hello to ducks
read till my arms began to admire the sun too much
put away the book
thought about getting a cat
drank more tea
meandered about love
got lost in my own loneliness
until I remembered I’m a hermit
and solitude is my soul’s wish
relaxed into my teacup
came to the conclusion
that it would be welcome
this love thing
but then
who’d check on the bonsai
or feed the cat