Poetry Blog

Lament

If Only
The Intensity
And Imagination
Within
The Mystery of Death
Honored
And Lived
In Daily Life.
If only
Here
In This Place
One
Could consider
Going Beyond
Thoughts, Images or Judgments
Of Oneself
To
Living in Full Trust
Of
The Tension
Of
Unknown Possibilities,
of
Imagination.
If only,
There could be
A Willingness
to
Consciously Participate
In the Truth
For
Personal,
and Collective
Evolution

Possibilities in Confusion

Calla on Black; Ansley Pye

Fear Not
The Presence of Confusion.
It is the Unfolding,
Stretching,
And Gathering
Of the Soul.
Pausing
For Courage,
Breathing,
Realizing,
Revealing.
And Supporting
The Authentic Expression
Of
Your Gift.
Alive with Momentum,
Birthing
From the Depths.
Sure,
Trustworthy,
Impeccable,
Promising Meaning
And
Elegance for You.

Cataract

 

To See Without a Clouded Lens
Is to Offer
A Thundering Waterfall
Of Ancient Tears
A Path to the Sea
To Become a Glistening Momentum
Of Power and Depth
Pressing into Kinship
With the Great Mystery

Trust

 

Seeds Resting
In Divine Protection
Within Trust of Momentum
Awaiting Delivery
Into Power and Beauty
In Right Timing

REGENERATION

 

Love Stalked Me
Penetration Seeking My Darkest Spheres
Cracking the Structures of Fear
Painstakingly Built to Survive.
Breath Doesn’t Flow Here.
Pupils Contract, Holding Secrets.
Ears Closed to the Pain.
Soul Safely Entombed.
No Slow Peeling Away Here.
Rather, a Spring in the Heart
Bursting, Spilling Forth
Seeds of Love
Into Unnamed Sorrow,
Blossoming Now
Inside and Out.