A Letter to the Other Side
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The Instant
In an instant
He was everywhere
And nowhere,
Simultaneously
In a thought,
In a note of music,
In a ray of light
Between the branches
Of a summer’s tree,
Witnessing the most intimate of
Conversations,
And love was manifest
Everywhere,
And it was all so overwhelming,
Yet so instantly easy.
A Poetry of Flowers
Compose poetry
In a language of flowers
Each Coloured Petal
A fragile,
Delicate stroke ;
Bouquet sent
A faint scent of lily,
A hint of Gardenia,
A love of soul
ever present;
A pure and hidden secret
Beyond life.
Listen to the Silence
I cannot tell you what to say I cannot tell you what to do tomorrow or today. I can only ask you to be silent
to listen to the voice,
and to what it has to say.
There is a darkness that no soul can imagine, the blackness of the soul not talking to itself or to its source
so let’s just listen.
Come
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Come
I come alone
to the quiet garden
to abide
because
it is
alone that
spirits
rise .
You hide your face
from profligate
sons and daughters ,
but don’t withhold
your love
from those
who practice politics
of affection
or division,
and even more so ,
from those
who do not.
Let the
echoes
of your song
be in the streets
ringing
for those
who are
far away
from home .
Pictured above garden of Prince and Princess Abkhazi located in Victoria, British Columbia, They began creating their garden in 1946.
My Soul is Boxed In .
My Soul is Boxed In .
My soul
Is boxed in
and anguished
by my body,
for want of you.
The stars
shine brightly
spread all across
the clearest evening sky
In the full array
of your habitation.
The moon and I,
we survey the places
where you are.
The stars sit like
so many
filled glasses
spread across a table,
eyed
by a seasoned
thirsting drunk.
My soul yearns
to be released
to fly far up above
the trees
To It’s high up places,
as yours did
In release towards the dusk,
and evening stars.
And sometimes I see you;
briefly
You return
Only in the spring
to tree tops
For the release of budding leaves.
My soul
is boxed in by
my body
and yearns
to leave, today,
for the places
where you are;
to abide there
with you in your habitation
of the star,
so that I can drink
once more of
loving essence
and once more be at ease,
no longer far,
but close to you again .
And then,
let the clouds of night
cover over
all the mapped out
points of light,
as we hide from sight
together
in our sheltered
habitation of the star.
From Next Steps to Paradise by PWChaltas
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