silver laced words
fly
without fail
when
Inspiration whispers
softly
in my heart’s ear.
but
behind each
flowery phrase,
is a mountain
of Truths
i can not share:
indescribably delectable.
wickedly unattainable.
awesomely wondrous.
fearlessly flawless.
beautifully,
a-
Muse
-ing.
thank you
flowing serene
across
wave filled sky,
you are not lesser
to me.
full,
or
new…
i will always look
for
you,
and smile.
morning rises
up this hill
light
and
swift.
new chapters,
exciting times,
fresh beginnings
yet,
memories drift
back to sweetness,
they drift,
back to
you.
rush
of secrets
over slip,
slippery stone.
a silent roar
of tiny voices,
beckoning farewell.
a wind stirs.
the present calls.
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.
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.
bold in action;
fear has fallen away.
free of spirit;
shame is forgotten.
free from doubt;
the heart knows
all.
now, after healing,
the world awaits
the glory of your flame.
but,
positivity
is not
sensitivity.
and creativity
will neither
nurture,
nor hold.
and so the path of
love
stretches out
just a
few
steps
further
from your core.
but,
the heart
knows
all,
right?
no,
you
haven’t
been
down this road
before.
though,
you wear the same mud on your shoes.
no,
you
haven’t
been
down this road
before.
though
the birds sing the same old song.
no,
you
haven’t
been
down this road
before.
though
the clouds still hide behind the sun.
no,
you
haven’t
been
down this road
before.
because this time,
you’re not alone.
painted
and
tickled pink,
Sky blushes
-immodest and proud.
Mother,
bless us,
as
we dip into the night
and free ourselves
of need
and desire.
and stoke
that devilish
need
to conspire
with those naughty
pleasures
that simply inspire
love,
for all that is real.
love,
for nature’s raw appeal.
love,
for a tender touch.
love
for the sake of love alone.
tattered soles shuffle along,
finding
pieces
of beauty
here,
or
there
then resting,
impatiently.
peace through solitude,
like peace through war,
is no peace at all.
every journey concludes at home,
&
home
is where
you choose
to give
peace
to a deserving soul.
come home,
where you belong.
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