underneath
this
corner of
the moon,
one breath
takes you
away
from tussling
fear.
away
from the lies
rustling
in your head.
here,
with me,
you are free.
Category: Tonantzin
Fog II
safe in
a soft
empty,
silver’s magic
flows
between
this step
and
the
next.
there
is nothing
but this,
and
paradise.
high above,
She sweetly
bores through,
with mystique
&
grace-
She is
lovely,
she is,
more.
She sees
the serene infinite
is
nothing more
than a pit for the blind.
a void for the dammed.
She smiles down,
mockingly
cold, and wicked.
jealous
of your fire.
burn
baby
burn
a misty morning’s magical maiden
in the smallest hours of the day
when hedgehogs
and unicorns are still at play,
you will find Her in the fog
composing odes
to polliwogs.
sit a while, and you may come to know
just what
you need to light your glow,
then move right
along, there are things to do:
the world awaits
the glory
of
you!
Waning Beauty
flowing serene
across
wave filled sky,
you are not lesser
to me.
full,
or
new…
i will always look
for
you,
and smile.
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.
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.
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.
morning song
a song of empty
greets a soul longing
for more,
stoking familiar-
almost comforting
fears.
a blanket
of caution,
a shield
of doubt;
the wisdom
& safety
of living
without.
across the valley,
a young child’s
chest
bursts with songs
of hope.
and the birds,
and the antelope,
and the wind
join in jubilation.
the empty retreats;
love moves in.
river secrets
murmurs
from yesterday
shape stone,
and soul.
each serene moment
of mystery
inevitably lost
to the next.
continuous, infinite,
and
fleeting.
secrets, and stories I’ll never know,
but still,
a comfort
to this thirsty soul.
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