Indescribable

You knocked on the door to my heart

I welcomed you into my revolving world

in between we found a new kind of love

designed just for us; two lost souls

A realm of higher complexity

an  astral plane that only we could fly

floating in a dreamy trance like state

embracing the unknown, we touched

Undeniable

    Indescribable

        Indefinable

We walked in golden sunlight

danced under blue moonlight

flew the infinite cosmic heavens

hung on to the fringes of reality

Transcended moments in time

drifted in the shadows of yesterday

navigated future possibilities

spiritual journey to the other side..

Unquestionable

  Incommunicable

    Inexpressible

Searching for a deeper meaning..a dream quest...

tell me it meant something to you
my moccasins now worn, the soles have softened
traveling the path of pines and dried leaves 
chasing a clearer vision.

author's note: I meditated this morning and asked for a message
This older poem made its way into my line of vision. I edited it
a bit, but I feel these are the words I need to share today.

Thank you for reading and your time...

peace, light and love always...

Enlighten Me!

courtesy of Pixabay

You have your dreams, I have mine
  we can still live in this world together
enlighten me, let's drink from the vine
   write a tale about a love that's forever

we can still live in this world together
   discover deep mysteries of the heart
write a tale about a love that's forever
  manifest an original creation of art

discover deep mysteries of the heart
  let our ballad be heard far and wide
manifest an original creation of art

 sing me a song of who you are inside

let our ballad be heard far and wide

 sad and sweet echoing through time
sing me a song of who you are inside

 touch me with your internal rhymes

sad and sweet echoing through time

 enlighten me, let's drink from the vine

touch me with your internal rhymes

 you have your dreams, I have mine

form: Pantoum
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Forgotten Ways

Standing on the little porch, I smudge myself from head to toe . The sweet grass and sage seem to know which way to go,  shaking off the day's negative energy. I have been carrying a heavy load.  In the shadows a cat meows my eyes intuitively search the darkness for his place of hiding. There is an aura of mystique circulating the air.

I enter the house as,  I have so many times before.  Removing my worn leather moccasins resting them between the Nikes and Sperry's.  I guess,  we all have our own shoes to fill in the journey.  I embrace my hostess in customary hug.  Entering the dimly lit room I select my place within the circle of  friends. Spreading out my blanket, silently asking creator to bring the group a message of healing and hope. 

Circling clockwise, one voice at a time we speak our names letting the vibration of consonants and vowels fill the space between us. Our drums in hand each unique in design. The animals spirits deer, elk and buffalo guide us in our meditation.  Drumming for mindfulness brings clarity and visions.

I quickly slip into another state of consciousness with each thump of the drums .  The room softly fades in the backdrop.  I find myself in a green meadow.  Breathing renewed life, the trees seem to sway to the distant beat.  Sitting in a clearing under skies of blue. The red tailed hawk soars overhead. There is inner peace in this place of my choosing.  My heart wishes to stay but, I hear the big drum calling me back to the fold. A message seems to flash in my head, "remember who you are, caretaker of the earth".  I woke,  pondering the question. Have humans lost their way in a modern world?

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I am trying something different, thank you for reading.
This is based on a personal meditation. 
 

This Snow Needs to Go

clouds
pregnant gray
birthing cold snowflakes
blanketing signs of spring life
sun

author's note: I am watching the
snow fall dreaming of warmer
days. I gave the Cinquain a new twist.

courtesy of Pixabay

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Midweek Motif Clouds

Let Me Paint You a Story

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Beneath winter's snow moon

seeking color to brighten the mood

pigments of you and I run together

brushing starlight into a darken sky

my dreams alive in vibrant hues

layers of blues, sing in the night

searching for undiluted words

bold with meaning, breathing life

fiery passion into sleeping dragonflies

awakening to the scent of violets

connecting heaven and earth

spring blooms feather out upon

the canvas of my mind

let me paint you a picture story

in an endless sky, about a love that

will never die...

Making Tracks Will the River Crack

Walking along the river's edge in solitude, I close my eyes in the morning light. Inhale the freshness of the pines, let peace flow through my soul. Opening my heart, keeping my dreams alive, in hopes they will never die.  Making tracks with my winter boots leaving imprints in the quest. A red tailed hawk flies overhead,  telling me there is nothing to dread.  It's time to change perspective to see beyond frozen choppy waters.  I wrap threads of soft blue wool around my neck, keeping me warm on a cold day. 

The remains of yesterday swirl,  left over snowflakes, not the kind made from scissors and paper.  The kind that dance upon your eyelashes to the song of a misty day. I've seen the parade of souls marching to a sacred drum they came in various forms singing ancient songs. Sometimes,  they make quite the clatter as if to say did their  life really matter?  How many miles did they paddle in their canoes to find a place of heart?  In silence, I make my way home.

frozen life harsh cold
river slumbers in winter
dreaming of spring thaw

author's note: written for dVerse
Haibun Monday - Solitude

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