Street lamps with grey heads bowed Stoically shed the cold midnight tears, abandoned by drifting autumn clouds unable to carry the burden any further. Creating glittering babbling streams carrying away the last stubborn grief, painful words of discarding goodbyes, to a wide forgetful ocean of yesterday.
I saw a single word dropping silently into a quiet and unimportant moment. Where it cut through the dark surface of the still and reflective pond of I am. Rippling a perfect pause of awareness between a breath a sound and a to do. Drawing forth with calm effortlessness the light of being present toContinue reading “The Practice of Now”
How long will you demand this veil? This mask of superficial purity, white? I want to rip into this suffocating lace. Tear it from my tortured beaten face. Revealing black haunted eyes to light. How long must this macabre act prevail? Come to me my lost and reprobate angel. Liberate me with your love inContinue reading “Light and Dark”
Golden lava-flows of stars plunges in waterfalls over the edge of a bed. A faithful fan performs its Sufi twirls cloistered, as is proper, in obscurity. Whilst the guitar whispers love songs an audience of plants listens in silence. Soft cotton covers hug my naked skin like the warm touch of an absent lover. GratitudeContinue reading “Autumn Bedroom”