-
Today I met the willow
Lowly moaning beneath grey cast sky
Her pale branches bending earthward
by Everwind Rising
37 lines, 14 comments,
on Apr 3 11:22 PM 2007. In Nature, Pain, Personal, Sad, Weird, Longing, Lost love, Loss, Depression
-
He
mind of divinity,
origin of cosmos,
-
there is a profound quiet;
a beautiful and meaningful silence
like the absent sound of falling snow
-
Will we meet...
Where breeze blown leaves rustle
Like the turning of sacred pages
-
She is a bittersweet symphony / crashing upon me like waves of turquoise sea / that burst on shores of volcanic rock, / filling me with her
-
Consider the ancient stones / found on the mountainside- / how they have / with stoic resolve / endured endless eon’s / lashings of icy rai
-
As He drew his brush across a vast canvas of nothing / stars, nebulae, and galaxies fell out from between its bristles. / Vivid colors spla
-
moments rush past like / droplets of rain streaming along / the surface of a passenger jet window / they arose from crystalline seas, / dee
-
wind whispers over solitary fields / and lonely roads along solemn woods / (sanctuary of doe and owl) / like a dream running through the tr
-
found a small stone
smooth-worn by rush
-
The universe was not
but seed of thought in Divinity
-
Worlds Within
Drawing ink from worlds within,
-
Her fulness settles into
earth’s deepest cravings
-
I awoke to daunting dreams
that dripped down
-
clasped in treasured emptiness
‘twixt mirrored shells
|