Breaking bread in utmost haste Singing soldiers, making paste Sought amongst the gravel ruins Partial maladies seek cocoons. Casting nets both wide and vast Reeling in the fishes fast Cranking, beating, Flesh and bone I can’t see past the hues and tone. Fast forward through The muck and dew, Slowing down now, Breathe. Anew.
This is a little late, but shoutout to RA Hanson at Light of Presence for the recognition of my blog! I agree, it is a fun way to get to know other bloggers, and I've come across great new blogs to follow in this way. However, I am going to break the rules a little further …
What does it mean to be enlightened? My husband and I were arguing about it the other day. Okay - after writing that down and looking at that statement again, I laughed to myself out loud. What an absolute JOY to be arguing about enlightenment! Of all the trivial things we could be discussing, we …
Laughter heart Singing songs Where have you been I’ve waited so long. Spinning down A web so fine Chewing morsels So divine. Treading lightly Swallowing so Leaping to where We want to go. Pausing only To reemerge Then further down We must submerge Contemplation Brings its wings Contraptions set Amongst the things. Silly, sordid, solid …
Seeing seething, seeping wounds Bandaged more than their cocoons. Breathtaking, worldly, in delight Something broken, fangs in spite. Carrying burdens with their back Cracking barrels, stumbling track. Ambitions high amidst the air Spinning yarns, caressing care. Eyes want truth in light and thought Hands wrought iron, sow and sought. Be with the mystery, comforting space …
I feel like I’ve been in an incubation period. Insular and isolated. Not by any specific day to day circumstance, but by my own inner need. Some form of metamorphosis. This is, I realize, a very grand term to apply to my own personal growth, and rather presumptuous. But what else emerges after a period …
Erratic thoughts come from divine Yet I do not think they're mine. Down the road I drive, and down, Feeling something Yet I drown. Farther, farther yet - and still, I cannot process thoughts that spill. Out and around me, dripping drops The descent is longer - then it stops. Pulling, pushing, fates collide Unsure …
My heart is in many different places on Christmas. It is joyful and playful, but also seized by a sliver of solemnity. A still silence that bows to some majesty that has either been forced upon me from outside myself, or one that is innate. I try to grasp why, or find the true source …
When we are born into this world, we are mushy and undefined – much more than our animal counterparts. We have a backing of DNA and genetics which can (and does) affect the trajectory of our lives, but in a large sense, we are born without the “built-in” instincts that our mammalian relatives have. While …
Sometimes I feel that becoming a parent leaves you with your guts poured out on the floor. All of you, in its messy gloriousness, spread everywhere for the world to see. As it is literally with childbirth, I suppose it is only rational for the rest of you – the inner, emotional you, to follow …
Amie Zor 