…
under trees swooning,
looking out at you longing,
waiting for release.
I Am…
Split The Sky
Split the sky, flesh out
flickering tongue of union.
Earth and sky conspire…
…fullness for the heart.
But first storming shaking awe
tearing out the loss.
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Life is striking and splitting the sky of my roiling world here. I’m hoping to still have a home by the end of the year. But am not sure if that hope is simply the knee-jerk survival instinct ignoring the exultation of liberating lightning flashing across the mire of endurance my world has been at times. In short, it feels somewhat, to my chagrin, glorious to feel the winds ripping away the moorings of my refuge.
We’ll see what life unfolds…
Spread the Love!
Spiral Sunday
spinning speak of tides
ebbing, flowing all the while
hours etch spirals
in the endless now
of turning story’s power
eternity’s ache
shifting soul’s timeless
reach for the dance, a yearning
trance claiming love’s song
Spread the Love!
More From The Sparrow Oblivious
Song lilting out in
to my fields a great feast spills
melodic moment.
These trills beseech me
reach me, lifting up and out
ousting oppression.
