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Month: April 2022

Posted on April 30, 2022May 2, 2022

Poem of the Day: Golden Meade, the Secret of the Bard

Strange clouds fill the sky as I look to the compass.Their shadows cast shades over my eyelids. Each passing shape paints a brilliant new mindscape,as I sink deep, deep into above and beneath. Everything is just how I left it, full of reflections.Light Projections, universes threading through this canvas. Look at this mess. Are you…

Posted on April 28, 2022April 28, 2022

Deep calls to deep, the roar of the sea, The waves surge and rage to crash over me.And then, we dance… Tumbling tumbling, I’m bumbling like a dish rag in a washing machine. The sirens are laughing, jeering at humanity. See what sandy foundations have done to thee? yeah, bitch, I see… I also know…

Posted on April 26, 2022April 26, 2022

Secret Thoughts

Life is so strange. There is something about the air if you take it in with openness to being changed. The wind stops. The sun shines off the dewdrops. It’s almost like you can taste the magic in action as time flops. Maybe that’s just my shadow talking… Or maybe a life-giving affirmation… I was…

Posted on April 26, 2022April 26, 2022

Poem of the Day: No Title Yet

Beautiful water pours out to find me,I’m marked as a portion of its destiny.I have no fear, I know it will reach me.Because it’s destined to be. Da-da-de-dum-de-da-dathe rhythm is in me. Beating.Clearly, something to see.A wonder of the world, and it’s all around me. Which is how I know it’s in me as well.As…

Posted on April 25, 2022April 25, 2022

Just a Bitty Ditty

Sway into the breeze, run my breath through the leaves of the trees. Why are you so scared of me? It’s just a mudra and a little wind, baby. I’m listening, open up to me,tell me the secrets you’ve planted deep. The ones, just waiting for me.I’m here, it’s my moment for existing. please, amaze…

Posted on April 25, 2022April 25, 2022

A Pendulum Paradox Production: Tessellated Towers

Trepidatious. Treacherous. Tessellated towers. Overshadowed. Insidious indeed. Undercut the living. Uncut Diamonds turned to dust. Dethroned. Locked away. Left alone. Black to white. White to red. All at once, it’s all in my head. All with a word that wasn’t said. Between two temples a gatekeeper nests. A protector of the secret entrance, it’s not…

Posted on April 18, 2022April 18, 2022

Fall back, not in line.Listen, no more keeping time. This is it, an epiphany.An epitaph, and a litany looping. Eternally playing within everything.Shiva dancing, Yesh salvationing, Buddha being. The Universe is involved and evolving.Suddenly I see, suddenly… I see with everything. Now I breathe, no disease, I am living with ease.living off love renders life…

Posted on April 11, 2022April 11, 2022

You Are Here… Find Me

My little lotus, open free, there’s a universe awaiting. Bated breath and shaking knees,Your beauty captivates galaxies. Growing pains, roots combining,an eternity together, my silver lining. Piece by piece, each finds release,combining to suit me divinely. … E Pluribus Unum, and then, nirvana finally.

Posted on April 7, 2022April 7, 2022

Churn, churn, the more I move, the less I burn.Take a lesson from the contents I’m turning.Excite me, I am inviting, anything benevolent to be.Swirl in like the steam dancing above my surroundings. Yearn, yearn, in bed I churn, burning.Staring at the ceiling resting unseen, through the dark surroundings.Yet, I rest easy knowing it rests…

Posted on April 7, 2022April 7, 2022

Look back, the whisper comes to me.I listen, and see all the hues from the journey.Some are dark, some are ugly and unbecoming.some are stains for all to feel me more clearly.If anyone were really listening. Some of them amaze me, others daze or pain me.Some are the hue of sunkissed daisies.The yellows, the brilliant…

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