soul is free

A poem to share, as it comes to me just now...

Revealed in corners dark,
are memory-embers burning, with a warming spark.
That sing when touched, or glanced;
and slowly, is stirred; to dance!

In the shadows of my heart,
sits a chair, in waiting for my King;
whom I would recognise, not with my eyes;
but my soul, would remember him, and sing!

Incence burns, and to my nostrils touch,
a heady sobriety, from the smoke-filled puffs;
which flicker and dance, with candles burning;
Anticipating an end to the painful yearning.

In wait; the heart is stilled;
bound by destiny and fate;
to seek, and search to find,
a love that was left behind.

Love,
North

Arsenio,

Thanks for staying in touch. You are loved by those visible and invisible. You are surrounded in white light.

Love,

Trish

I am not here,
said the shadowy smile;
resting in halls,
of others doubt or claim.

Whatever I do,
or do not;
the "I" of "I AM"
remains aloft;

on whispy clouds
of Self-recognition,
with ancient boldness attempt,
at self-resolution;

finds the seeking,
is not the way;
but it is in the burning,
of loves tranquil flame!

I am not here,
said the shadowy smile,
I am the ghost;
of the abandoned beguiled.

I am the not of; "I exist"
I am the dew on a gardens,
blessed kiss!

D.D. Sonnenburg-4-20-2008-3:15pm

In twilight
The sleight
Of hand
In hand
Dumb reason
Sloping off
And lies
Below lies
Repealing one
Figuring eight
Hiatus torn
By a cross

In the web of deliberate design,
We see innocence lost to growth and
wisdom gained from that shedding.

As one looks upon the weaving,
the innocence lost is found,
within the sparkling eyes of a child.

And for just a fleeting moment,
the wise and innocent unite,
reminding us that we one and the same.

Within the reflection of the waters,
we know the wave and the calmness,
as ourself in its many variations.

Love, Char