Your arteries seem clogged with the debris of dreams,
The ghosts of your loves are edged into your skin.
I watch your eyes on me; deserted islands sunk into a milky sea,
And I set myself on fire for you …
Flames sputtering, dependably, icy into your veins,
Like an epiphanic drug swimming in your stead.
I convert you to me …
Making you an addict to my dreams.
Walking by the winding sea,
My self-consciousness blinded by meditation,
I can feel the movement of time
Lapping ineffectually against my soul.
Grace streams down from the sun,
Within Grace, there is Eternity,
Filtered by eyes, thoughts and love,
It finds its way to us.
Within Eternity, shadows appear
On the underside of time
To make sense of the shape and position
of life.
But as we look up, those shadows recede
And we enter a world of light,
And within that light
There is Transcendence.
The world will turn at its own pace. You pushing or pulling at it will not make a difference.
Thoughts and senses both influence our emotions. Fill your senses with pleasant images, sounds and smells to protect yourself from negativity.
You don’t have to fill
Those moments of silence
With anything
But deep gentling breaths
Like summer tide softening
Upon a quiet bay
Hidden away from the storm.
