Sacred Witness
There is no promiselife passes, sometimes trickleswe survive or thrivelove as glue, spirit reigningheart open – sacred witness. (Image my own.)
Read MorePassion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
There is no promiselife passes, sometimes trickleswe survive or thrivelove as glue, spirit reigningheart open – sacred witness. (Image my own.)
Read MoreWhat if each soul, in passing, casts a seed upon the earth – and with each Spring, the seeds burst with beauty, as a reminder of the blessing that is life.
Read MoreFertile is love – an ancient fruit tree soft and up-giving were life root almost too wet – moony world Secret: I wither, am stone berry – no rain at lake walk bucolic earth follow winter cover shed colour watcher, will live, do. (Friday is Magnetic Poetry day. Image is from personal collection.)
Read MoreImperceptibly they disappear no ghostly trace I am a doorway – open, transparent, absorbing teleporting extinguishing souls, spirited away Eden-bound no return.
Read MoreWhat corridor is this? What beckoning – wordless sublime… is this awakening or does death posture in shadows… my heart yearns mourns … to be absolved of this strife Let me surrender let Grace guide uncertain limbs carry me… I am ready…
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