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connecting with one’s soul, and through that, all that is

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I dug under the town’s cobblestone streets Beneath the sidewalks where children ran laughing Into a toy shore shaped like the dollhouse That my mother gave away And I found the names I lost Carved into marble and stone So many faded plastic flowers Showing that even feigned nature Submits to the passage of time And that all remains In some othered way
I dug under the town’s cobblestone streets
Beneath the sidewalks where children ran laughing
Into a toy shore shaped like the dollhouse
That my mother gave away
And I found the names I lost
Carved into marble and stone
So many faded plastic flowers
Showing that even feigned nature
Submits to the passage of time
And that all remains
In some othered way
inner worksoul poetry
Previous Article Waterfall
When I was so far from the sea I asked her for her rhythm of water upon rocks She brought me to a roaring waterfall The steady torrent Of unyielding water Over ancient striations of stone Sound thundering in my ears I asked her, where is the rhythm in this overwhelming deluge And she patiently sat with me First, there is the one you know you are seeking So quiet beneath the flowing tumult Notice it softly on the rugged banks How the currents lap against the shale This is the pulsing rhythm of your heart and breath Next, feel the vibration from the ground in your feet So vigorous in its energies See how the nearby leaves tremble on the shuddering tree branches How the plunging water reverberates both in earth and air This is the resonating rhythm of your spirit and your soul Last, come here again over the days, months, and years So much changing for you both Watch how the outpouring surges in the heaving of storms How the flows grow cold and still in the dark of winter This is circular rhythm of your birth, seasons, and death I share all of this, that you might harken to the cycles of all things
Next Article Silent Maze
All of my passions come landing here Muted In the soft whisper of finger tips tracing along The hollows of cheekbones The bowing ridge of brows My soul unfolding into another’s Piercing fixed gaze My feathered pneuma Is traveling like a flighted bird Into those ocular portals In through a house of turning corridors And doors around corners It’s following the coolness of a draft Through blind turns These thumping wings just a whisper Quiet Where can such passions set down gently When even delicate avian claws Seek to sink in

Poems

I Am Home

Beloved Chasms

Silent Maze

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Waterfall

Creator, Caretaker

Distance of the Fire Season

Rhythm

Flip Flop of Shores

Poetry in my Mouth

Autumnal Temple

Hilltop Lunar Spirits

Void Walker

Sisters of the Sky

Equinox

Into the Marrow

Alive

When There Weren’t Orange Groves

Gossamer Daydreams

Gods of Hearth and Home

A Bow is a Knot

Another Way

Drown in Devotion

She Paints

Always You

Winter Heat

Language of the Birds

Crone

Slip Away

Still Life

A Woodland Teaching

Patience

Born Between Breaths

Break to Open

Swim

Down to Ground

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