North of Tsondab - the fifth weekly poem

north of tsondab

the sublime

end of civilization

roads to the desert

pathways through the soul

and three coyotes

on their way

under the sinking sun

of my imagination

no more storm

over the flat old land

here

south of everything

A wonderful day to you!



Lots of love,

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Flowering

Weekly poem number four, on this wonderful cool, cloudy day:

you found a little piece of ‘you’

now you polish it, grasp it, follow through

so brave and so lonely

and so stuck

in your identity

but once again you are not free

release, let go and dare to be

undefined

you’re so much more

than just one kind

you’re brave

and you’re wild

you’re open

and free

you’re loving

you’re change

you’re wonder

you’re glee

you’re trust

and you’re gratitude

daring

and empty

you’re you without you

you’re stardust

you’re god

let go of the pieces

and embrace the lot

I am linking this to lovely Amy's self portrait party.

Hugs to you, 

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Flying

Here is the second weekly poem.

To focus on writing again is wonderful. That feeling when you realize that the poem is starting to sing is the best in
the world!
Who needs men when you can play with words (ok, don't answer that :-) ).

the gravity is strong

oh but the knowing

is stronger yet

and doesn’t let me lie

it keeps on pushing keeps on showing

and finally I fly

and lift off past the earthly sludge

past living once again the daily dread

past expectations, questions and the drudge

of you and me and stories in my head

come fly with me to places that are sacred

to beauty and to courage and to trust

to understanding

love and all things naked

stripped and released from should and ought and must

to honesty, to gentleness and purpose

and then, my love, lets journey to the night

and find the stars that in the greatest darkness

are always there, are always shining bright

how freeing to let go of longing

be brave instead and open and at peace

and limitless, then find yourself belonging

to earth and heaven and to all there is

 

Lots of love,










Ps: I am linking to these lovely parties.

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Can you see your beauty?

My lovely friend Maureen gave me a (written) talking to after this post.
She told me to stop wasting my time and talent on producing fluff.

Although the fluff helps me to focus on the beautiful, on the sacred in the ordinary, I did get her point.
So thanks to Maureen, as a starting point, you guys will be subjected to one poem a week for the rest of this year :-).


Here is the first one. It was inspired by Steve Rother and the Group, and their wonderful Beacons of Light.

can you see your beauty, darling?

 lost in time, stuck in your head, frightened and proud

but can you see your beauty?

always, always it is there

in your struggle

controlling and cowed

in your monotony

in your doubt

  in your blindness

lost in the crowd

and then:

the smile of a friend

a bird in flight

a long lost scent

a beautiful sight

your thoughts stop

you awaken

a split second

of recognition

a split second

of reunion

a split second

of Home

remembering

when you see your beauty, darling

the world will heal throughout

Lots of love,

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