We see through mists
to where we think Love bides.
Never pausing,
or sometimes even breathing.
The fear this red and luscious longing
will go out there on the wing
and not be one with us,
or attempt the Soul to Soul
deep contact thing…
Nothing comes from forcing
as forcing creates fixing
and from fixing,
not one tear can flow,
not one heart is healed,
not a single life is saved…..
and no one,
not one person
receives our abundant beautiful Heart.
Love ~ Whole ~ Heartedly
The little centre spins,
sometimes whirling around
like a drunken duck.
Spirals turn inwards
drilling into depths
in order to find the
healing of peaceful waters.
A sofa –
that’s what it took
to get me out of the darkness
and into the bright light of day…..
A sofa –
moved, not with ease,
though a mind which can
think round corners, literally,
my saving grace…..
…. I never knew the sky
could be so blue
or that cirrus clouds,
like emotional mists of smoke,
washing my eyes…
could bring such relief….
What a move!
Tear
A single tear has gathered
on the boundary edge.
A tear is full of adrenalin,
enough, they say,
to kill a rat……
If it falls now,
perhaps releasing will give her Life.
“Single Tear” by Uberdahdeh
Sleeping with Mr Tumnus
Sharing my expansive, white linened bed
with the colour and silence of the healing night,
all felt calm inside my head and heart.
It was a deep hour when the sun still hid
yet the pure voiced call of the moon
flowed in through the slats of my golden blind.
I noticed furry Mr Tumnus confidently curled
around my own warm paw, beside me.
So sweet the restoring night
when healing comes as a gift
from the purring, snoring, gentle
presence of a loving, cuddlesome creature.
Creating Between Worlds
I see,
as I am drifiting
slipping and sliding,
in and out of sleepiness….
an international
” Small Stones: writing our way home”
road show……
We gather and go
reeling and peeling our small stones
up and down the lands…..
we bring the word and the world together,
united in poetic justice,
artistic license for the sake
of the spark of creative vision
in each and everyone of us….
I am in Love with the deliciousness
of sleepytime visions which come
when the house in my heart is
providing shelter for me and others
on this journey…….
Come write with me….
come write our way home.
BubblingWordClouds 