Tag Archives: Prose

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 .

Beautiful ,Wild Road

The wild so real it’s beautiful .  It runs so deep that all the thorns have fallen away and turned into dust .  As  it opens up , stretching ever wider ,  it’s magnificence will envelop your heart . There may be a song  to ignite  the stirrings or a lullaby to soothe the spirit’s lonely wanderings .

There is joy in the beautiful , wild road  .  It seeks for you all the while that you sleep . And it holds your heart so dear that the comfort that you feel becomes real .  Feel the lightness in the touch of the stars when they dance in your eyes .  It’s an invitation to twirl  with all of your heart.

The beautiful , wild road will show you the magnificence  that is you . 

 

Is This Freedom ?

It lends itself your fears .

Deeper still a light shines through and forgives the tears .

Yearning  to know compassion ,

learning to know …

Is this freedom ?

When the Spirit is Free

When I knew That it Was You

It began with meeting you in unexpected places .  My heart rising to the surface and bits of my soul exposing it’s weaves of color and textures gathered through the ages . Questions and acceptance , not always in that order , came with each breath .   And each breath has a purpose.

Deep breath in so as to welcome the sights of love which  sometimes masquerades as rebellion . Deep breath out so as to give delight alive in courage . Have you stood in the silence of your breathing  and listened ?

It was you along  offering comfort through inspiration . Offering warmth in moments of  fear and gentle nudges toward exploration  of  a beautiful , wild road .