Category: midnight thoughts

Filled Void

The greatest art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain. – Lord Byron

The heart, soul and brain all work differently. 
The brain makes a decision
The heart may fight it/ jump on board
The soul may cry/ sing

To make the decision to try to truly be present in ones life is hard. Not jumping to the future, not visiting with ghosts of the past. The here, now.

Can be lonely, with out others to be here, now- as they all seem to be other places. But do we base our existence off the recognition of others? Why? ( is it just me? It is, says the monster of invisibility)

It’s hard to sustain ( but what will happen if we don’t over think the what if’s, cries the monsters of uncertainties)

It’s a strange freedom to try for ( but you do not deserve that freedom, it is for others more worthy, cry the monsters of the past as they try to chain you down)

What is the present sensation? Calm? Connected? Cold? Pain? Love? Distrust? Amazement? Distain? Joy?
Why is this sensation present? Feel it…. let it move through…. learn what you can…… let go.
So easy to say. So hard to do.

Between two worlds life hovers, like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizons verge. – Byron

Resurrection Inspiration

It’s there

I can feel it again.

It had been so cold- 

the ground frozen over

barren

time stopped

bitter algor- 

it’s breath turning to ice all it touches.

pray pray- the spark 

that had been so hard fought for

still present, 

hidden in the cold shell 

how had the ice blown in so fast?

Freeze the flame, mid flicker

stillness pierces harsh break

slow drip began

the trill of the melting ice growing

the spark, ember

heat pulsating until 

the flame 

burns, consumes the ice

once again to emerge

It’s low, its hot

It’s there

I can feel it again

Ocean Night Music

Although the picture may be black, the sound is awash with colour
The Ocean as it moves at night, creates magic like no other.
I asked it to take from me, the things that hold me down, to cleanse my feet so they might hold my ground.
To wash my heart of grief and hurt, soothe where the arrows stung
To nourish places that hold love and promises unsung.
To clear my head of cobwebs and illusions, bringing forth hope and plans in rhythmic like infusion
I share this enchantment with you my Tribe, in your heart you know who you are. Close your eyes and listen now- it really isn’t far.

lost

I do not understand
We used to speak the same language
Didn’t we?

When did it the translation get lost?
When did we forget?

I do not understand
We used to know each others faces
Didn’t we?

Where did the mask come from?
When did we forget? 

I do not understand 
We used to hold each others hearts
Didn’t we?

Where did the care go?
When did we forget?

I do not understand
We used to breathe each other’s air
Didn’t we?

Where did the air go?
When did we forget?

I do not understand
We used to move together
Didn’t we?

Why is there so much distance?
When did we forget?

My Face on Sunday Morning

Dry your tears 

There’s no time for this

If no one looks too close 

If no one listens too close 

Find the steel in your spine

Find the steel in your smile 

You lead 

You’re empty 

If no one looks too close 

If no one listens to close 

The cracks won’t show too bad 

The cracks will hold another day 

You animate the body

You mourn your soul 

If no one looks too close 

If no one listens too close 

Dry your tears 

There’s no time for this 

Sweet Treat

Slowly, go so slowly.  Let your tongue glide into the creamy texture.

Darting and searching, A tentative swallow……. 

the sweet velvety elixir gliding down your throat.

A shiver passes through your core.

It takes all the restraint you have not to greedily lap up the nectar

Delicately you graze your tongue around the outside, 

catching the ichorous escaping from the mound

no longer able to hold back

pushing your tongue into scoop

deeply, satisfyingly, swallowing

a sharp sudden moan escapes your lips

damn ice cream headache

Screaming in silence

I took a breath and waited. Not a single sound. 

I took a breath and waited. Not a single picture.

I took a breath and waited. Time bled slowly by.

I took a breath and waited. Vision blurred by illusion

I took a breath and waited. What would become of the treasures I gave

I took a breath. The word came. Fool

I took a breath. The picture presented. Adrift

I took a breath. Time ended.

I took a breath. Vision cleared by harsh light

I took a breath. One soul’s treasure is another’s throw away

You took my breath. There is no more waiting

Pass this way

Breathless I wait…….
The vibrations of change are beginning. I can feel them. This is needed. The Tower, yet again begins to roil. 
For the last while I have been required to be present, clear, steady, a safe harbour. 
A shelter ( oh I do so well)
I feel deeply 
My loyalty steadfast
Can I see the end of your nightmare? Mine?
Rally love, you have it in you. Rally love, this is your place. Rally love, we’ve walked this way before. 
The Tower pitches and cracks. Can I hold steadfast harbour for you with one hand, and ride out the inner rollercoaster, holding on to myself with the other?
I can. I will. I’ve got it in me. This is my place. I’ve walked this way before. But this time a new path will be made. We shall not come to pass this way again.