reminders of beginning –

16 Saturday Nov 2019

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ageless, beginnings, divine intimacy, love, spirit, spirit home, time

comes the last

of our beginnings –

a place where light transcends

the story we became

in our forgiving

backwards now

into the flow

where once we knew

it all

who believes

and who pretends

the way will have no ending

light will flood

the willing soul

with reminders

of beginning

💚

memory of waking ~

11 Monday Jun 2018

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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divine intimacy, dreams, life, love, memory, remembering whole, restarting, seasons, time, touch

another time

I have no shame
only the memory of waking
to your touch
to your face
I was blinded then –
made deaf by your voice
speaking my name
calling me home
to a place remembered
from before you were mine
writ to a note
at the birth of my soul
practiced in dreams
one night
while you slept

. . .

a fence I cannot own ~

13 Friday Apr 2018

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belonging, breath, divine intimacy, life, love, moments, soul, time, togetherness

prepared

I have no need
for promise –
words without the strength for this
a vow unspoken
whispered into pillows
when I’m missed
a call across the orchard
let the willing heart remain
without the want
for yesterdays –
when welcomed home again
a porch that needs repairing
a fence I cannot own
vines a verse becoming
streams of marigold
pull me back
a lazy hawk
where sunday morning glows
arms to reach around me
another hand
to hold

. . .

indiscretion ~

20 Tuesday Mar 2018

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bliss, divine intimacy, essence, heart, kiss, love, nature, pines, purpose, reason, soul, time

longing

how sweet
to remember my coming
before
(indiscretion)
a walk ‘neath the pines
filled me with wonder
to coming back now –
from another time
longing
for purpose divine

from touch
came my breath –
and a kiss to endure
would sit in the depths
(the pools) of my soul
forsaken the reasons
for wanting to know
what I knew
from the start –
was my heart
letting go

. . .

worn to rust ~

05 Friday Jan 2018

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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closer than the stars, divine intimacy, home, hope, letters, love, mail, only this, remembrance, reminders, staying, truth

Willmeremember

the mail came
and the walk –
not much further
than before
when scented pages
threw a kiss
across the landscape
never threatened
by the rivers
or mountains drawn
between

a whisper spawned
of poetry
feelings
worn to rust
rhyme we never
claimed to understand
the way it was
forever
pressed into the fold
ink became
the memory of dreams

. . .