Thoughts

Sometimes they swirl. A wild maelstrom of separate clouds, twisting and coiling in the circling winds.

Other times they bounce. Tiny bouncing seeds falling from great heights.

Often they flutter. Dancing on the breeze, flitting about in no discernible direction.

Occasionally they swim. Darting and turning in unison, in a school.

Rarely they are peaceful. Swaying in the breeze in a field.

They are never quiet.

 

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Liquid Gold

Golden sunlight pours through the windows.

Window

Window (Photo credit: Moyan_Brenn)

Late on an Autumn afternoon.

It warms my skin where it oozes over me.

Like bright honey it slides over and around everything in sight.

My limbs move slowly as if the thickness affects me.

Its buttery warmth begins where it touches my skin, and slowly spreads.

It stops suddenly only where it meets cool shadow.

The cool, sharp shadows that bind and contain it.

Those hard pockets of inkiness hold the soft spread of warmth at bay.

One cannot exist without the other.

The flowing brightness must be contained.

Those hard likes only come next to the warmth.

It’s quiet beauty, watching the two shimmer and swirl.

They dance their waltz on everything in sight.

Him

Ever the soft wind blows,

Touching the quiet soul among the best of us.

Never shall we forget the dignity of him.

Always will his fire burn bright, 

Casting a stark shadow out behind him.

I shall not move him while he rests.

He has earned this rest and more,

Stronger than all of us.

Celebrate with me his soul,

All that he is.

Ever remember who he was,

Through his fire incomprehensible.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

fire

fire (Photo credit: matthewvenn)

 

Elements

I love to stand on the earth, leaning on a railing, enjoying the weather. Especially on a dark and stormy night. Stand on the earth and just be.

I love the feeling of the water as it slowly drips down my face. The rain landing on me and running from my hair to my skin feels like it’s washing away the world.

I love the feeling of the wind as is slips by my skin. The dampness only enhances the touch of the wind as it slips by and blows away my thoughts.

I love the fire in my heart that slowly begins to burn. The feelings of peace that feed the my Heartfire and keep me moving.

I love the connection to the world I feel in the warm earth beneath my feet.

I love the steady rhythm of the water that the raindrops beat on my head and shoulders.

I love the tingling that the wind gives me while it frees my mind.

I love to feel the slow burn in my heart grow as the the fire flickers to life.

 

I love the elements.