heart – Ancient Skies

The Space Between Our Scars

The space between our scars was always meant

to open up the light…..

into our darkened fragments,

never to leave us alone

wondering.

It was always light bending

to make us whole.

Note: Influenced by Rumi but the poem is mine.

Where Maple Leaves Touch the Sky

In these mountains, where maple leaves touch the sky

with shadows of hawk wings

stirring my memories

of sunlight

playing in the trees,

peace

usually surrounds me,

lifting me,

to the sky.

Sunlight Gently Brushes the Leaves

Peaceflow moves silently through our beings

as sunlight gently brushes the leaves,

affirming who we are,

yet calming our minds,

refreshing our spirits

and restoring,

our vision.

Sunlight Meditations

I couldn’t think of what to write today so I drifted towards the sea, sunlight sparkling, reflecting.

Powerful insights of the vastness….ocean’s blue. Seagulls barked complaining, but I was already in my meditation pose,

with my spirit following and I remembered the light given…how the refracting light through the trees of a forest, brings life.

Light opening even the smallest flower.

Eyes closed, I breathed again…

The Quiet Spirit

The quiet spirit carries a sense of oceans running within,

unlimited beauty

yet peaceful and confident,

expecting even stronger poems

hidden within,

the restoration

and rest.

Walking Into the Light

Peace finds me leaving the shadows of summer,

walking into the light

of autumn hopeful,

listening to the leaves

with my spirit breathing again,

acknowleding

the colors

God created.

A quiet spirit.

Wordflow Resting

Spirit poems and the shape of our prayers,

will be much more beautiful,

so much stronger

when our bodies and minds

are at rest.

Wordflow resting.

Note: I’m on a one day blogging break, and will return in a day or so.

Peace.

Autumn Memory

We were so in love My Love, we hardly noticed

the mountain wind moving us closer,

cheeks rosy,

holding each other,

your hair all over the place

our first autumn together,

with tree limbs swaying

while we fell in love.

First kiss memories.

When Light Breaks Through

When light breaks through the heart of a writer,

a new path opens

where there was none.

And sometimes the light

for the path was there,

yet we had forgotten

where to find it.

The other day when I wrote, “Modern Love”, it was a real breakthrough for me, not because it was something new,

but because I used to write that way alot. I love writing minifiction. And in spite of everything, in spite of living in the middle

of a pandemic, my wife having cancer again, in spite of working long hours sometimes, I can still write like that,

and yes poetry too. I was encouraged and light was breaking through in many beautiful ways.

Thank you for reading!

Healing from the Sky

The clouds spoke to me that day bringing me a peace,

and a sense of wonder,

an in filling of spirit

of what I used to know…..

as wholeness.

Healing from the sky.

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