A Little’s Enough ~ Angels and Airwaves
Pyrotechnic, dawn. Ascends, though mist. And flame. Sun burnt, morning. Like a phoenix. Or maybe, a love. Letter, scrawled. By the blushing, sky. Caught, in cloud. Crumpled, sheets. She rises, glittering. Liquid gold, dew drops. Sweet connubial, dreams. Of bliss.
waking early, I take
t h i s
as my omen:
your heart, gathers
( near )
Green trees were the first sign…
Calling All Angels ~ Train
Tonight, I have no. Words. So another’s, will. Have to, do.
“ I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know – unless it be to share our laughter.
We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.
For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves. ”
~ James Kavanaugh
I won’t give up if you don’t give up…
No Urgency ~ Eric Himan
of our time
d e a t h
( constant )
though we choose
of our journey
taste – feel – see
a little )
Let love teach a lesson you shudder to learn…
Holocene ~ Bon Iver
I know no building
fit to house
the vaulted sky, set with stars
the raging ocean, fathomed blue
the primal earth, ash and dust
the fiery sun, bright consecrated light
my soul belongs
It’s part of me, apart from me…
Blue Pop Art ~ Zero 7
for a moment
or lose yourself
to the vast
Well it’s all up from here…
Do You Like To Read ~ Strand Of Oaks
Skies veiled, in mist. Or smoke. Obscure, horizon. And mountains. Wrapping, the valley in. An ethereal, cocoon. Like angel, wings. I gave, the wrong. Book. Wanted you, to have. ‘The Vinter’s, Luck.’ Instead.
Fate, finds it. Now. As I muse, closing. The last, page. Again. And wonder, what. This, is meant. To mean, exactly.
That we are worthwhile?
Like the Wheel ~ The Tallest Man on Earth
daily, we keep. letting, go. of each, Other.
perhaps, the highest. form, of Love. detached.
or, the only. way, to truly honour. Life.
“ I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing,
a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance,
to live so that which came to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom,
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit. ”
~ Dawna Markova
Please let the kindness of forgetting set me free…
I Hope You Dance ~ Lee Ann Womack
Tireless, progression. Tic, toc. Time. Perpetual, motion. A movement, through. Space.
The universal, in. Breath, of life.
Surrender, then. To music. Swelling, in your soul. Free, limbs. To grace.
And trip, the light:
When you come close to sellin’ out, reconsider…
Let X=X ~ Laurie Andersen
Change comes, clamouring. On winter, wings. The frosty, chill. Cools, to freezing. As day, light. Darkens. Wood splits, breaking. Bark. X marks, the spot. Here, goes.
Cause I can see the future and it’s a place…