the gift ~

05 Thursday Mar 2015

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becoming, conscious consciousness, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, spirit, understanding, wisdom

regardless the vow
of uncharted seasons
I cling to the stories
and wait
as the stars
another remember
for how I was knowing –
of light in the darkness
a moment
not far

from the first
I was given
the gift of one more
truth
when promise
was known not to wait
arms reaching softly
to places unseen
words without need
– a lifetime
to say

. . .

separate dreams ~

03 Tuesday Mar 2015

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becoming, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, old maps, reason, spirit, strength, understanding, wandering, wisdom

worry not
for yesterdays
we passed without a word
or nights
beyond the reach
of separate dreams
roads
where none
have journeyed
backward into this
to find anew
the reason
we remain

. . .

loves me ~

02 Monday Mar 2015

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becoming, bliss, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, fearless, grace, home, knowledge, life, living, love, old maps, passion, poetry, sometimes, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering

echoes
of once a voice
I cherished –
proof that he was
more than words
to a page
ink
where my wishes
dried into others
nights where I fit
a pillow to lay
dreams
of beginning –
a poem relearned –
softly to falling
as whisper
to light

. . .

nameless dates ~

24 Tuesday Feb 2015

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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beauty, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, dreams, faith, grace, gravel roads, life, love, old maps, passion, spirit, understanding, value, wisdom

I’ve no cause
this grace
to squander
another kiss
for one more grave
nameless dates
to honor nothing
lest for joys
one tear be saved

as sparrows
carved of time
and cedar
roost beneath
an endless night
dreams awake
beyond the dreamer –
wrapped in cords
of sacred light

. . .

beyond ~

20 Friday Feb 2015

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bliss, breath, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, soul touch, time, wander

beyond the pale
of once remembered –
beyond the reach of eager hands
time is worn
against our longing –
strained the heart
to understand

beyond the glow
of one more season –
one more everafter here
reason bears
the weight of waiting –
names and places
folded near

. . .

this way ~

18 Wednesday Feb 2015

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bliss, home, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wisdom

within the first
of breath was word
love became the essence light
where once you held me
(hold me still)
hands and hearts
entwined
as lotus leaves
and all I see –
are wings where we
the wind stood still
holding me
(I hold you now)
within the touch
was once my will

. . .

time before ~

18 Wednesday Feb 2015

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becoming, breath, conscious consciousness, death, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, spirit, truth, understanding, wisdom

Wednesday
without willing push
repentance I have heard
is weighed upon
the soul
but not for long
some other
time
a burden felt
for passing in between
the time before
I knew
you’d never stay

. . .

Author’s Note: The image is from my office window. I
call it my Robin tree.

recall ~

17 Tuesday Feb 2015

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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becoming, bliss, breath, destiny, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, spirit, truth, woman

the night
is but one
of these places
where you
remember me well
tho my passing
be sure
and all I recall
is the song
you became –
words
without need
of a sound

laid on my skin
as breath unto light
starlight sits
in promise began
rearranging
the planets –
of venus and mars
lifetimes
when I
was your touch

. . .

when you came for me ~

09 Monday Feb 2015

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becoming, cherokee, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, dreams, faith, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, spirit, strength, truth, wandering, wonder

where was I
when shadows crossed
into the darkest night
whispers held
of one more faraway
a name that knew
no sweeter tongue
than memories to taste

eyes denied
the light of
one more
day

where was I
when you came for me
a snowflake on a breath
of spring
a paler blue
of robin’s egg
held the blossom near
a bud beneath
the sun drenched sky
a wish against
the wing

. . .

when I ~

08 Sunday Feb 2015

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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age, becoming, bliss, breath, conscious consciousness, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, laughter, life, living, love, old maps, passion, seeing in the dark, spirit, strength, understanding, value, wisdom

when I am old
let my eyes adjust
so that I see beyond
the depths known as sorrow
into the 6D color
of living
let my heart beat
heavy –
and let me bleed
in shades
of purple crayon
let laughter
be the sin for which
I am known

. . .

writing in the dark
February 8, 2015, 2:06 am

author’s note: I clipped this picture some years
back. It’s not mine, but it is. It’s a place I return
often, a reminder that beauty lives in sometimes
dirty places.