Shifting

Perceptions shift in the rustling Indigo,

Uncertainty Spinning with the Forgotten Long Ago,

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Skies Folded

Skies I folded, into my heart
Yet clouds buzzed, as bees do
Till a love poured, of new tastes

The Sun I rolled, onto my mind
Yet shadows curled, as creepers do
Till a love bloomed, in new shades

Vision

 

Vision of what my Heart should Be,

Vision of Truth Residing in Me;

Light of Eternal Compass, Showing

The Brightness and Darkness Within me, Glowing.

Time Unspiraling

Time Unspiraling

Usurping the Mind

Tracing forward

What Lies Behind,

Illusions

Sacred

Intoxicatingly Simple

Yet Beguilingly

Beguiling

Beyond all Mortal ken

Yet Transitory

Immortal and Timeless

Yet Stationary

Awaken

the gap
holes in our plate of life
we ever try to fill
for fear of it slipping through

A Single Rugged Path

the strength and will to be on a single rugged path
comes from knowledge, keen perception

Sense of Truth

Glad, truth whispers
If it were loud
One would not attempt to hear

Making Sense of Senses

I am not
what you see
but to be seen
by eyes of thought

The Shake Up

 

What line do we then choose to walk in life

as we settle back and glance on needs rife.

In our comfort zone we love energy,

response that suggests true humanity.

Seeing Ones Self

I have paused at the mirror and wondered
What image is projected, how am I perceived
Do others accept me in the way that I believe
Do I correctly interpret the looks that I receive.

The Mask

Mask of morning fog
Covers the rays of breaking sun
Mask of a smile
Covers the remorse of a broken dream

Mind

A mind
Coiled tight
Waiting for time
A spring of energy
Wound by its own thoughts
Born in our nature
Looks to unwind
In attempts
Failed

Tetractys: To Hold On

It

A curse

To hold on

Worse tragedy

To be stuck hard to one’s own perceptions

“Lure”

Hanging on the bough are a few rotting peaches.

I stare at them from my window as though they were

Beckoning me to see, to hear and to tell their story…

Browning under the sun and losing luster they cease to

Be appealing to the eye but my mouth waters at the smell

Of their odor coming from a high breeze blowing…

How did I forget to pick them? 

Looming Demigod

I no longer hurry to the passing minutes

Watching dawn fade into sunset shades…

Time reels in and out

Like catching a swooping fish that misses

The hook but must swim the race…

I dent my hours and crash against the

Obstacles of daylight’s mirages and blows,

Moving through the maze