Parallax

Searching sails
In the night
I branch out towards
This tiny light
It seems so small
It might implode
And maybe if
I reach its node
The knowledge of
The world itself
Will bless us with
A timeless breath
A sigh so strange
We can’t foresee
This breath is real

This breath is me.

Solstice

Red rain rising
Prisms in the sun
Bowing forward gently,
Ready for the run

A distance unimaginable
A length of life to come
To breathe this essence deeply
Reminds us where we’re from

Fountains pure and golden
Flows of time and truth
Our home is ever present;
The house is always You.

 

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Happy Solstice friends ❤
May you feel the endless potentialities of life at your fingertips – golden extensions of sunlight that they are.

Distress

Who are you?
Who am I?

A swelling, cataclysmic ride

Pulsating, gyrating
Bend and contract

Pushing and pulling
Ever more in abstract

Who do we resemble?
Who are we now?

From the pale moon shadows,
Bleeding the cow

I can’t even fathom
The perfect One here

But I am just covered
And smothered by smear.