As above, so below. * The other night, I thought of this phrase and imagined a giant inverse pyramid on top of the great pyramid at Giza. Like that of a mirror. An invisible inverse that only the soul may see, as the soul is the same aspect of the physical body, but inverse. The …
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.
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 …
Ribbons dusted, Rise anew Portents, portals, Nails that grew. Searching, intuit Thoughts and stares Running fingers, Stinging glares. Walk the footsteps, One by one See the grains of Salt & Sun. I see in you The ocean blue Let's dive into The One we knew.
Searching for the light Bright Reaching to the night Sight Trees above me sway Stray Roots below me pray Stay Always on the run This ‘mind’ To be together Of like Kind.
Starting this blog was putting myself out there in a big way, and while part of me was exhilarated, the other half was screaming to pump the brakes. But I made the decision, ignored the introverted and fearful part of my brain and jumped into the pool, arms open, into the deep. I have no …
Amie Zor 