The universe might be mathematical in nature, but life is not. Not when the smallest of moments hold the greatest value, when an entire lifetime is greater than the sum of it’s parts. It’s finding that part of the universal equation where synchronisty & synergy meet that makes life worth living.
Tag: poetry
Karmic connection
Lifetimes of karma senuously whispered secrets that day a part of you grew into me an eternity ago
Perhaps…
Perhaps if we dared to light a flame this obsessive desire, our consuming fire would burn the world down around us, leaving only the truth of this one lone passionate moment in time that would sustain us for this life and beyond if we let it.
Cold and hot
changes of weather shift expectations in uncomfortable ways to say I understood would be a lie more like a sad acceptance waiting on words lost meaning still, never knowing why, why speaking from the heart rarely receives what it deserves
Avian Dreams
still life waits in poise shadow & light not taking flight in grace we glimpse God’s face like avian dreams
Three Sisters in Twin Cities
Twins conceived triplets Sculptured verdancy and stone mirrored on liquid sky
The 60s
A clash of cultures between the old and the new Youthful idealism bordering on sacredness, drenched in self discovery and communal exploration War protests, civil rights, racism, the space race Peace, love, harmony, creative and sexual freedom Mind altering substances expanding consciousness New music, poetry, art explodes onto society transforming… Continue reading The 60s
Words
In silence we hoard our words, gathering them into ourselves, cherishing syllables, adoring every letter’s forming shape and sound, that feels like curvatures in space sparking fires that art for release
Conversations we never had
“finding it solarplexusly painful how hope brought in a moment can be dashed to bits the next even though this appears to be a reoccurring theme with you” -said dysfunction to mental health
Past expiration
blinded windows shuttered darkened, cluttered space metaphors a lifetime of holdings past expiration a thirsty tangerine parched, arid throated rested on a dusty shelf waiting for spring dew never being realized even deserts are deserving of tears underwhelming this concern overwhelms intended words a great one for proselytizing the follow through leaves… Continue reading Past expiration