Fortuna

 

Fortuna

The vapour of your whispers

linger…

Perspiring in Light

In shadows passed

remember…

Of bounties gave,

heartsight.

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Waking Dream…

 

Leafless…

She suggested that I write or to have a long bath… Two simple things that when time allows I indulge in: solace. Perhaps it’s the infrequency of those delicious moments. Though, I would Love nothing more than to do just that, the effort required feels unattainable tonight. The last time I attempted to write when she wasn’t home for the night, surfaced, as though I was pining child… or did it? Or was it simply, that I have been inexperienced with such deep intimacy, such Love, that I was justly expressing what it feels like to miss and to be missed; to Love and to be Loved. That it’s alright to feel; to truly be. That it’s a natural human response of Love and connection that is real and true; profoundly requited beyond earthly comprehension?  This is new for me. I have no prior experience from which to pull, tangibly. All I do know for certain… is that while I felt immense joy that she would be taking moments for herself and reconnecting with Loved ones who have had a tremendous hand in the beautiful creation of who she is, I missed her… And while tonight feels like déjà vu, tonight I danced. Tonight I missed. Tonight I Loved. Yes, tonight I Lived…

O Holy Night

 

 

Of Angels…

And I will reach through the heavens to touch you… With a Love so confounding, that your heart will erupt with ecstasy and the tears that fall from your eyes will shine with such radiance, that even the sun will bow in majesty. The moon will dance and the stars will fall from the sky in offering for your momentary gaze. You are the crisp of a Winters morn’, the Bless of Springs birth, the grace of a warm Summer breeze and the sacred fire that paints the masterpiece of Fall. You are Love imbibed. Hallowed in a costume of flesh with the workings of Divinity pulsing through your dear heart… With such devotion, that even the birds await your ascension. A moment to fly with an Angel…

 

Dancing in Time…

Sharing the offerings that escape my heart; that embed themselves within the ethers of my breath… Soulscapes that dance with passerbys who stop momentarily to catch a glimpse of their reflection… Yes, like Christmas windows on a busy downtown street, where All is magically quiet and the gentle of a lullaby caresses the soul; in offering of momentary reprieve. A slow dance from the hustle and bustle of Life lived in fast forward. Just as children press their noses against those shiny windows of wonder, so too, do we. The only difference, we press our hearts. Solace is found in many windows. The artistry of such display lies not in it’s decoration, song, lyrics or words, but rather in the feltsense; a knowing of home. We are each of us Always home when sharing without censor the naked of our humanness…

My ‘story’ is not unlike any other… I’ve only just begun to release my grasp on the illusions that once offered false comfort. 

Dear Cherished Szoul…

“Here is my secret. It’s quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes.”

~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery

You were everything and no thing. A reflection of the Being she never saw… when gazing in a mirror, that reflected the formlessness of Love.You were there, holding the torch as she breeched the thresholds of her mired depths. With every doorway she passed through, you stood and quietly held the Light… knowing that in time she would come to realize and ‘see’ the truth of the brilliant mosaic laid before her.You braved the serpents and the dragons then watched, as she purged the wounds that threatened to poison and steal her soul; the breadth of her Spirit. You prayed and she felt your Blessings move through her; nourishing her with transcending devotion. A Love so full of Light she had to shield her eyes from such beauty. She felt you watching over her, as she dipped her toes in the murky pools that would become her salvation. And … all the while you endured, as her jaded heart was cleansed by the kiln of fury that would free her from the cancers of illusion that beheld her. She remembers waking in your arms… she saw you, briefly… before your presence became one with the air, like an opalescent mirage on the horizon of a thirsty desert. You said she would recognize you… and she did, as you floated through her timeline like Angel held captive in another dimension. You were beautiful. The face of an invisible poem penned in the sacred ink that bled from her heart. You were Always real… Thank you, for Loving me when I couldn’t Love myself. Thank you, for the grace of your heart that you gave so unconditionally. I Love you for All that you are, everything you are not and for the infinitude you have become. Your Love is ever present. May it be, that mine will ever bridge the distance from our moment felt in time… Always…