Rebirth From the Ashes of 2020
Shed the crippling chains of fear
Shed the anguish of salty tears
Shed the shadows of doubt lurking near
Shed the demons’ spewing rage
Shed the daggers’ stabbing pain
Shed the venom pulsing through veins
Shed the judgment of harrowed hypocrisy
Shed the impervious mediocrity
Shed the thief that robs curiosity
Shed the indifference of complacency
Shed the indolence of tired latency
Shed the guilt and grant your soul clemency
A new day is dawning
A new sunlit morning
A new chance awaits in the mysteries calling
Speak hope to the weary left battered and scathed
Speak healing words of comfort enswathed
Speak love in all tongues in divine essence…
Emerge from the Solstice
The Advent of the Soul
Audible Sundays
inspired by: “Never Enough” (Two Lanes)
Drifting weightless through hollow silhouettes
Searching for you in the void
Lost in distant woods too far to roam
Yet too close to leave their refuge
Too restless for the solace of sleep
Too buoyant to abandon fate
I surrender to the call
Like a feather on a breeze
Floating to the space between
Where souls dance in the song of the night
Music Notes: Never Enough was initially released by artist Two Lanes in the electronic genre. I fell in love with the simplicity of this classical piano version, which beautifully captures the astral serenity of the dance of the souls in the poem. …
A Journey Through the Final Resting Place
Along a country road tucked away in a deserted corner of woods, the serenity of the final resting place drew me to its gates. Calling me in like a lonely child dancing between gravestones and vibrant backdrops of prevailing trees, the aura wrapped around my soul, begging for company for a short while.
The Mind’s Space Between
Miles of empty road ahead, an infinite line hypnotizing the traveler
where time hovers suspended in the distance.
Nothing to do but contemplate
the past
the words said
the future
the magic of chance in the rising sun
the state of our human condition
The present, an endless black highway twisting wildly in vast landscape, luring the mind to random jaunts with every curve offering no rhyme, no reason.
The friend gone too soon forsaking logic in desperate frailty
The touch of love in all its splendor of innocence
The distance from where we started to where we are now
That magical night on the…
Audible Sundays
inspired by: “8 Hours, Still No Rain” (Hosini)
In the distant horizon I stand steadfast and true,
rays piercing through viscous gray skies,
illuming the way for seekers and strays
whom yearn for the lure of harbor in my light.
Through darkest of storms my radiance gleams
to greet the eyes of your soul,
glowing with warmth over savage waves
offering refuge and calm at my shore.
When tumultuous waters wrestle with strength
to drown between massive swells,
espy the pulse of my fervent beams
and head inland, bidding tempest farewell.
My lucency is your lifeline at sea
when headwinds billow and rage. …
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