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More than simply softer flesh, the human heart holding
who we truly are,
a healing balm walking,
even our spirits
within our frames
will know the answers
deep within……this……
is our peace.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
In the space between light and darkness,
as the dawn begins breaking,
there are times we don’t feel the privilege of a new day,
and we still smell the smoke,
or taste the cinder ash
of our dying hearts,
may we always remember
may we hold onto that light
that promises a new day,
always.
Note: This is about overcoming sadness.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
What is it we search for within the waves?
Is it simply the rhythm
of the earth washing our spirits,
or maybe a reflection
pulling from our memories within?
Mostly I think, we become……
at peace with ourselves.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
Ghosts shimmer in the shifting shadows
of the summer fog,
lamenting of losing their former glory
seeking to escape……
the absence of flesh or at least
to explain their plight
to a willing writer, walking
in the woods unafraid.
If you stand perfectly still……
they will sense
your heartbeat.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
In each temple garden, in each heart opened,
a choice is made
to either seek light and pursue it,
or to only hide in the shadows
with nothing to say.
Is your temple speaking?
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
Butterflies dance in the forest, discovering the leaves
while the buzzing from a honey bee flies over,
but it’s the deer that discovers me first,
expecting her to run,
I whisper blessings,
with her heart at peace again
she bends down to feed.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
On the ridgetop you and I could see why prophets weep over the valley,
and the strength of rivers reaching
into and beyond the dry bones.
Even today the tribes still seek
the safety of stone
a sacred space
to keep all their prayers.
You cried a little
when you finally saw it.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
