Tag Archives: Prose

Open Door

Very deliberately  the handle was turned  and the door was about to be  opened .  Would there be a view on the other side , perhaps ,  of an ocean , sparkling blue in the brightest sunshine ?  Or might it be the sight of couples dancing ? Twirling seductively and exuberantly moving their feet  in rhythms  that celebrate every breath .

Once the door is opened will the sight to behold be of a majestic  mountain with rugged , snow covered peaks ?  Standing in their strength  and proclaiming their  longevity they entice the imaginations of passers by .  Or will  the view be a blackened sky revealing hints of it’s treasures in the twinkling lights we call stars ?

Leave the door open , at least  a crack or more , so that the treasures may find you . 

 

Learn as I Go

I heard the birds  singing  this morning as it were  spring .  it was like a sweet , gentle smile opening across one’s  face .   Sun inspiring  whimsey and a dash of hope in such a way that i was nearly fooled . Fooled into thinking that spring was near rather  than the fall and  approaching winter .

Expanding  dreams in the  warm rays of sunlight is easy and sweet .  A joyous dance in ideas and amongst roads yet to be seen .  Unfolding a layer and releasing all barriers in thought , word and deed .

I am happy to know what I don’t know so that I will learn as i go . 

Lightly Intertwined

In the eyes there is something and when I pause  inside of a look we are lightly intertwined . In a moment a stranger might become recognizable as friend since we shared woes and laughter and isn’t  that beautiful ?

In a moment I’ve become lightly intertwined in the music  that calls to a place in the past and in the dreams of what is yet be realized  . Is it inside of an airport cafe with fellow travelers  whose thoughts are , for a moment , removed from the hurrying  and weary mind ? Lightly intertwined long enough to feel the others humanity .

Alone on the edge of the shore , water creating a dance,  and summoning an internal hymn   to be sung to nature . Surrendering to the rhythms  of the waves so that I may be lightly intertwined .

And it is within each breath and heartbeat that we are all lightly intertwined .

The Side Roads

I will  find my way to the next side road  .  I will venture out into what seems unknown .

It may be a simple touch that brings new direction  . And with it’s smile my heart will be known

for a second . The comfort lives in moments that embrace the fears and look for the side roads .

Ancient Light

The moon rise slides into place .  It’s  light inviting and inspiring .  It commands your energy into new and ancient places .  Is it deep sleep or restlessness that it brings ?  It’s glow could you bring you home  some night . And to a home that seemed vaguely absent it may help you to meet  once again  .  On those rare nights when it catches  hold of you , when you didn’t see it coming , and it takes one of your breathes away and you loose the insignificance bits . In that second there is freedom .  Illumination in degrees is , at times , surprising .  It may be necessary to decide to welcome the bright light and it’s warmth . It is there  waiting  to know your soul’s answer is yes . Yes to ancient light from stars long gone and yes to steering along a path set in motion when your first breath had begun .

……To be continued 

In The Dead of Night

In the deep  quiet of the night there  used to  live an endless invitation to set your spirit to soaring .  A time set aside  for discovery and an opportunity to break the boldest or the most  mysterious bonds holding onto you .

Now in the dead  of the night are  the  children . Children that did not  ask for this life . Children being criminalized  simply  for being alive . Children being  whisked through airports like some strange secret , like a lie .

The wailing ,  the visceral sounds of the wailing of the innocent  babes and their Mamas being torn apart will follow these men in charge to their graves . They don’t know it yet . But it will . Haunting a spirit  for evermore will be the suffering caused by the deeds of men with no heart and no soul .

Freedom

           When i loosen the hold on the mirror in my hand it’s easy notice  the heart muscle relax . The stories in the image that I see could change when they are set free .  Those stories ask me for freedom from time to time and I consider  it for a bit . And then it’s time to explore .

There is delicious laughter to be had and it’s free though sometimes there needs to be a reminder to seek it out . Then , of course , is the courage .  It’s magnificence can go unnoticed if you can imagine . It’s so dear and sometimes life changing . You may only notice  it’s friend  known as fear but courage often slips in quietly and opens a door . And there is freedom .

Heartbreak  has it’s own odd rewards .  It might  bring you to yourself and it might twist and turn you until you know that you can set it free .  Tears create comfort in their  release freeing you heal nearly unknowable woes .

When you clearly there is love and know it as a true companion you are free .