In hope that we might sleep

In times we cannot accept,

Minutes seem likes days.

No color, no taste…even love seems fake.

And then, we step with our left instead of our right.

We choose to embrace instead of pushing away.

The shoulders fall; we breathe again in a new space

And for a moment, we open again.

 

 

 

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Touched by space in a moment

Not profound nor beautiful; just simply true

Reminds to rest and allow all fully

Not to chase or resist…

Simple breathing

Stainless light

Unborn, brilliant rays

Burn through and fade

Unnatural molds that we’ve  made

Early morning guest

                        An invitation
        

         Birds, wind; even train whistle
              

               Connect and experience

Art the Dinosaur

Lone brontosaurus

Searching for trees

Wanders through a forest of art

Conversing with me

Little rebel

photo by Emily Blincoe

http://www.emilyblincoe.com/arrangements/

 

To think that I once thought of myself as free

Wind blown, free to grow, color in cheeks

 

Whether this life was eventually termed long or short

I’m not really sure either concept will ever come close

 

I wanted so much more, simply to live and be able to love

But in the end, I became just another story for the coffee book table

 

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Listening

Uncertain

Cricket points to space

Trees sway sleep

Secrince’s light

 

 

 

 

 

 

Was true in moonlight, set in space

absence of time, blue, red and black

fountains violent, desire-less sight

touching, yet separate; similar paths

Rage does slow, abound and kneeling

with page in hand, soaked with feeling

perfected sight, foot steps go slowly

come back full circle, season dwelling

Sane willows sway and hold dear secrets

sworn once more on final night

known and forgotten just to see

merged again to absorb light

 

moment

Heart smile, eyes gleaning 

She wants only to rest in love 

I’m an apple

​30 days

So beautiful

I am blessed