Seen

I watch the hourglass
Pour light out through my heart
The anchor
Of my soul's centre
In the physical


Alternate response to this week's OSI prompt Love

Squeezing Ashes

Fire of emergence searing through me
I panic and I try to hold it in
Blackening and charring at my edges
The ashes of me dancing in the wind

Pieces of me long to reach and clutch them
Squeeze them gently into form again
Holding onto patterns that I have been
All's comsumed and changed though, in the end

Dream Fall

Dreams fall away
As butterfly wings
Tumbling in the air;
Glancing shows
Ablaze with colours
I had not seen were there.

Orbit

Caught I orbit
At some terminal velocity
Speed that pulls
The imploding centre
Of my darkness
Out into the void
Each of us
Suspended
Dancing circles
increasing
decreasing
As who we are is breathed
Out into light.

Missing Ounce

Somehow
In the brilliance of Love
I never feel the moments
That I grew

It is in its grief
In the aching hole
Of absence
That I realise

As I surrender
To the preciousness
Of every missing ounce
And inch of stretch.

Twisted Rainbow

There's a crack in my vision today
Jagged it wraps around
Like a long scar in my eye line
Near the wonders I have found

It sits just in my right eye
obscuring what I see
Like a tear in time's reality
Twisted rainbow that was me.

It gently makes me nervous
That I can't see the truth
When my fearful heart is looking
To not see any proof.

Vicarious

The writer in me sits still
And teases as I fish and fidget
As I feel the discomfort
The scratching yawning chasm
Where my words once filled my heart
And flowed onto pages
Making real
My life internal

Even this, empty,
turned on resolutely
By my word holding muse
I turn to pages
Of other's nets
To soak in how the winds
Have been caught
And wrought
By others.

Response to Vicarious this weeks OSI prompt

avatarah

I have this overwhelming sense of wonder
In the midst of many concepts making sense
Of all of us as many drops of water;
Avatars of The Continuous.
Manifesting every single aspect
Of physical relation on the earth
feeding back assimilated knowing;
Nuances developed in the tide:
Experience
Of rough wet rock on warm skin
The yeilding and the loss of self in love
The aching of still feeling with our last breath
Attachment to all things we held as ours
The sunshine
As it poured in through our eyelids
In silent moments lying on the grass
When somehow in the centre was reflected
The Continuous I came to represent.

And this I wonder in that silent spinning
As I surrender all I am to it
If everything existed in beginning
Where can all this extra living fit?

In response to (eek) last weeks OSI prompt Avatar