calm rages
against,
in your deep.
unforgiving acceptance knows no bounds.
resisting
the lure
of peace,
keeping inflamed;
or
burn cold,
and burn
mean.
reason &
patience contest
with time,
tempting you
from
that which
must abide.
Author: nomisyar
I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
footsteps (III)
wither, whether, whirl,
or want,
the road awaits,
patiently.
destination determined long ago:
before eye opened.
before heart awakened.
before path chosen.
beauty,
fleeting and fickle
like the moon,
cannot guide you…at least not for true.
love,
flowing fresh and pure,
may still dry
under persevering Sun.
what compass, clue, or guide remains?
how then,
do we wind
along?
one step at a time,
this way,
or that;
our destination awaits,
patiently.
Listening
drowning
decadent in the empty,
everything
grows
as you shrink.
nothing
enfolds you
recklessly.
nothing
teases blissful
future.
nothing
calls you to
the present.
nothing to do,
but be.
nothing,
but moon’s song
will enflame
your loins.
nothing,
but rhythm
will carry
you
home.
listen to the words
hidden in the quiet.
hear the magic
roiling in your chest.
nothing
will
take
you
here
in the
darkness,
and
nothing will
set
you
free.
thread
through stone
and
tree
and
beyond
the roaring caterpillar,
there
you will
find me.
peircing
and
unifying
the sacred
and the obscene.
wisp
rush
of secrets
over slip,
slippery stone.
a silent roar
of tiny voices,
beckoning farewell.
a wind stirs.
the present calls.
Why the deprevation? Because,
these words
are a
tangle
of those
things
hidden
and
unknown.
these images
pierce
the cashmere vale,
connecting you
to your
inner Xanadu
(or is it Kathmandu?).
so come
& get lost
in what you forgot you knew.
come
& get lost
in your depths.
come
& get lost….
falling,
until
you hit the moon.
magic mojo, art’s desire, fire phoenix fight dance (i.e., passion)
fear empowers
words with a slick coolness.
fear reinforces
the wisdom of caution.
fear remembers
dearly and blueprints the future.
fear lives
in the darkest corner,
of each
and every one of
our hearts.
but,
fire warms
our words with earnest sincerity.
fire burns
down the walls that trap us.
fire lights
the way forward, come what may.
fire ravishes the love
in our heart, so that we may
comfort,
trust, and
love oursevles
again.
I’m burning up here.
No Title
kneel before the world
surrender will set you free
Heron waits calmly
Reminder
settled into
a frozen moment
of tranquility.
a statue of grace
amidst
the torrent.
still,
and
waiting-
without waiting.
virtue realized.
true wisdom,
simplified.
a reminder
from the sacred,
directly to me.
or…simply coincidence,
speaking
to me.
I’m listening.
Serendipitous Wanderings
no matter
the how,
no matter
the why,
you are
here,
right now.
nothing to say or do,
but play the role
assigned to you.
life’s lessons are never complete.
and you may never rest your weary feet.
but learn,
grow,
be kind
and be love.
the road can be pleasant
when walked with the right one.
theDeprevation 