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If red is the color of love, and blue that of woe,
Then what is this lavender?
It seems quite happy, as the fairies confess,
And loving, yet not in a romantic way.
Is it a love of the spirit?
I think I’ll have another.
It is not I who determines who I will be.
I only know there is a beauty within.
Somewhere, perhaps hidden, I have a light,
Which will do as it pleases.
I sometimes allow its presence,
if only for a nanosecond.
I dream, and there it is.
I love, and it slips past.
I am grateful for life,
and it shines, a little.
Where it is going,
I have no clue.
I wish I could give it more,
but I withhold access.
It takes me on its
journey, for slight glimpses,
then I fear and let it go.
One day, I will allow it
to be wholly within me.
And I will become one
Who is whole.
When into dark woods at night I must go
I walk only in your light
Quickly entranced, enfolded by sky
I am not afraid
365:23 – Inside a Bubble, originally uploaded by David*Brown.
If the world were a dream
And I dreaming it,
Perhaps it might look to me this way-
Vibrant, exiting, confusing, soft, glistening
Gasping for air, I let it go.
Hoping I see it again…
2011-07-10 [EXPLORED], originally uploaded by thom@s..
What is real and what is not?
Does it even matter?
Why spend time working it all out in your head?
The lilypads are floating, it seems, in air.
While sky-reflecting windows
With a dizzying angle
And framed by long and wispy blades of grass
Tease our senses.
Nothing stirring could ever say more.
Who held you, where were you going?
How long ago your misadventure?
Were lives lost or were lives spared?
Why, how?
Your remains leave a mysterious aura,
so gingerly captured in this light.
Was there love?
I am a lioness:
I care not what happens to me, but you mess with my family, and you will be very sorry!
I am a lioness:
See my battle scars? They are my trophies.
I have done it, been there, and I’ve had it.
I am a lioness:
See the intensity in my eyes?
It’s here all the time, and I’m looking at you!
I am a lioness:
Plain Jane, yes. But more passionate than
all beauty one can possibly possess.
placid, originally uploaded by eye of einstein.
Is there a place, perhaps in the back of my mind to savor the warmth of you even when I am far away?
Never such a calm exists but without the electricity emanating from your light.
No color or texture unaccounted for or standing alone, without an effect on the bleed to next. We are all love.
Any position of cloud or sun is perfect when I find you. Even raindrops make their own ethereal majesty.
Twisted, unfolded, wrapped up, elongated or stretched, you still bring the feeling. Wrap me in you. I surrender, you take me.
Thanks to Eye of Einstein for today’s lovely photograph
Ah, life!
New and old,
Beautiful: living and dying.
Too difficult to master, too simple to ignore.
Every shade of every color casts its own spell.
Every breath of you brings me lighter still
The only dank smell that brings a sweetness.
Crunches, sways, tickles my ears.
Last vestiges of green …. Not quite craving, something.
What is it?
Restless
Thanks to Alfred Borchard for today’s photograh
Mmmhhhh
Is there not a more perfect perch
To take in this incredible force?
To sit and hear. Fathom…..how?
Absorb the mist, let it envelop me.
I am a cloud.
Roaring…..
Such thunderous power
and me.
I feel you
Thanks to Joiseyshowaa for incredible photo from Great Falls – Paterson, NJ
