whispered on the moor a dream came to me recently it broke through the morning past sunrise and into my waking thoughts in this dream I walk the rocky shoreline of a rust-coloured beach finding coins along the way over and over I place these treasures into my palms pounds, shillings and pence the furtherContinue reading “whispered on the moor”
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ANAM CARA (Soul Friend)
ANAM CARA (Soul Friend) If I shared with you the coward in me—what keeps me awake at night, we’d likely become friends. We’d share our torments and contemplate the afflictions of our humanness, the absurdity of perfection. This would be the way we came to know one another. This would be the way we met.Continue reading “ANAM CARA (Soul Friend)”
To Love The Coming End ~ found poem Pt. 2
To Love The Coming End ~ found poem Pt. 2 Let Us Compare Mythologies The Year Of Our Beautiful Exile A Mind Spread Out On The Ground The Dead And The Living No Time To Say Goodbye
Four Passes Through The River ~ Found Poem Pt.1
Four Passes Through The River ~ found poem Pt.1 the song of water once a breathing spirit exiled to stand as if excess the will of water makes narrow passage of lies silence the magic of water tilts the earth calling heaven back the bones of water the thing itself a signature of God living
prison
prison I remember depression. Melancholy, a set of hooks upon my face. Weighted chains pulled skin from my smile. A mind in endless chaos, a pain like no other. My spirit dimmed, any chance of freedom thwarted by despair. And so it was, that in this despair, this turning away, I realized the prison IContinue reading “prison”
the parachute is you
the parachute is you If ever you stand at the door of an airplane and feel immense fear[something great is about to happen] but you tighten your harness[the universe always has your back] trust in the parachute and consciously[deliberately] decide[practice] to let go, then the trip down will be a damn good deal of fun[appreciation]Continue reading “the parachute is you”
Letters Never Sent ~ for JR
Letters Never Sent ~ for JR My dear ones, I miss you. Earlier today I walked to “Old Towns.” I stopped to pick berries along the way. The salmonberries, sweet and satisfying, brought me to memories from my past and an appreciation for youth. I paused many times to savour the sights and sounds ofContinue reading “Letters Never Sent ~ for JR”
Brick & Mortar
Brick & Mortar Why do we build structures to house our dreams and ideas? Why do we hold back and wait for the comfort and safety of the perfected thing? When can the inspiration of genius take its place in raw form, enter the universe through us, and be uplifted by others at its inception?Continue reading “Brick & Mortar”
flourish
flourish winter is over everyone has lost something how else do we grow
fragile at first
Fragile at First It has been said that trees can take away your sorrow. The whole of the forest will swallow your sadness and dispel your grief. Lean against those grand trunks. Feel all of it. Open your wounds to new air and bend toward healing. Make way for the light through the leaves ofContinue reading “fragile at first”