Moonlit Nights

Poetry

 

Stop to consider what you are doing. Fall silent and listen. Have a seat and question. To you, yourself will be revealed.

You will find yourself in the pool you glance upon as you silence the ripples of noise that dance across your surface. You may gaze at your reflection and see into your heart in murmured silence, like the wind that whispers over quiet moonlit nights.

Your dreams will play for you versions of yourself over and over, repeat archetypes spinning indifference within riveting plotlines. You see behind you your father or mother and cringe with vigilance, for life – HA! – is merely sweet merciless vengeance.

Hidden in images of temperament and demeanor, lies all of your sufferings, but if known gives meaning. Give light to your shadows, your dark ponds of grievance. Shine hope into past wrongs, let change come like the seasons.

Let go of the parts that no longer serve you. Burn off the deadwood, but know it’s what made you. Like our ancestors who died, and we live forth in their absence. We stop and reflect, to live on in our actions.

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A Prelude to Love

Poetry

A passion enters through the naval

winding through the intestines

 

the currents reverse

pain collides with pleasure

sadness erupts and joy penetrates

 

The sky sinks along a floating glimmer of light

the heart enters with contours of aches streaming

a million cranes escaping into emerged stars

 

constant whirling engaged in blending

tightening and dampening

coiling and springing

timeless and forgotten

release electrifying

 

a shudder of stemming senses

a passion patiently waiting

for love