Tag: Poetry

In darkness she walks the planes of thereafter

as death ‘round lives tender so mutedly preys

today then tomorrow draws her not closer

her presence through time shoring up in life’s bay.

A friend and a jester in shadows enveloped

she stands at my door asking with me to stay

the play of her forces draws me to greet her

for straying in blindness only time may delay.

Through pink and black leaves she outwardly beckons

and hands in cold terror belatedly folds

for both of us know she long here had treaded

leading our cycles unto the beyond.

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In darkness we walk, praying together

her void with my tears I never did fill

and as I embrace her she weaves in all feeling

priming a heart for life’s waves never still.

My heart in thorns is entwined

where light like night

in indigo shine

weary, with fright,

the meek and uncertain

away does divide.

My heart is in brightness conceived

(core pulsing

to rhythmic a beat,)

under thick coating beginning to gleam

revealing the true

and releasing to being.

My heart its own breadth now admits

seeping through thorns

sharp rays as it cracks,

open at last

to life’s greatest gift

as eternity in it softly may drift.

She swims in a vastness which drifts

and within its essence caresses;

in affection of past, foregone, uncovered,

through rhythm and motion and boundless expanse.

So it becomes

(her advance of no mould)

in uncertainty covered and tension released,

as she swims through the vastness

(swallowed by it)

and her fondness softly embraces.

Taking your touch

– what temporal fancy –

for naught in the past

and much less the present

there for us lays.

It lays thereafter

where torrents connective

dimensionless cascade.

There, where emptiness lays

and the disparate in closeness delivers.

Sensing it certain and grasping unable

in there, where nothingness lays.

Ineffable, that void perpetual

where all which is worthy shall seed.

From it and through it,

arriving at once,

the knowledge embodied in madness conceived

by gifts collected from unity’s trees

you touch me and through me are freed.

Hop past that stone

To skip to the next

(Jump, stress, race)

Seeking forever a new one to face.

Counting the stones

To move to the next

(Hop, skip, face)

Never enough those stones that I chase.

Eyeing ahead

To look past the next

(Count, move, chase)

Blinded as ever to the path that I trace.

Stopping at one

To see my own place,

(Eye, look, trace)

Vision in stillness I start to embrace.

Standing in current

To feel my own space

(Stop, see, embrace)

Restful in knowing there’s no need to press.

Playing in turning

To grow from my base

Learning at last how the now stone to grace.