Accretion (1st Edit)

Each heart, like every chrysalis, must break,
its transformation complete.

Like a field it must be harrowed, deep furrows in hard earth,
broken to embrace new growth.

Waiting, unsure, winter seared, until; Spring’s first warm days when all life stirring wakes.

I let the growing beauty guide my feet, and bearing water, sing my dreams to blooms.

Every scent and shade infused,
eyes opened by beauty’s silent roar.

Content in knowing, that when at last I fall, my gathered grace returns to fertile soil.

This, in truth, is love.
Life undefined by need, born of water, spirit, earth and Sun.

Through such as I is all great beauty bred; passed on to fragrant air the blessings pour

giving to they who pass of dying less, leaving for each who comes; of loving more.

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Glimpses

Between recognition and the impulse to act, Like moonlight between clouds;

The illuminated space between recognition and response.

Before my certainty is tainted by doubt or my mind tries to force order,

Within the beauty of stillness and untainted perception,

Before judgement, contentment, or catastrophe;

a purity of presence, as yet un-circumscribed,

at rest, at one, again.

Accretion (Easter in Progress)

My heart, like every chrysalis, must break,
freeing new life its transformation done.

For, Like a field it must be harrowed bare,
the hard earth broken to embrace new growth.

Waiting, unsure, winter seared, until;
Spring’s first warm days when all life stirring wakes.

I let the growing beauty guide my feet,
and bearing water, sing my dreams to blooms;

of every scent and shade, infused with faith,
the certainty of beauty’s silent roar

Content in knowing, that when, at last I fall,
my gathered grace returns to fertile soil,

that this is love, life undefined by need,
born of water, spirit, earth, and Sun.

Through such as I is all great beauty bred;
passed on to fragrant air the blessings pour

to reap, from each who pass, of dying less,
and leave, for each to come, of loving more.

Fragment

 May, like the rose, your beauty grow beyond,
the frost killed stalk and winter hardened thorn.

By your persistence keeping faith in life,
despite the tainted hearts and willful wrong.

Refreshed by loving end the longest day,
kept by kindness, as true as you were born;

to end in bloom beneath a cloudless sky,
a crown to bless the sun warmed softened thorn.

In-formed edit #1

  

I want to find the place where all the shapes live inside of me,

so I can take them out,choosing to shape myself as I will.

After memorizing each, I will wrap them tenderly and keep them nearby.

So, should I need one, to talk to someone who’s never found theirs,

or perhaps tried, but felt too fearful, or too naked without it;

I can unwrap one similar, and wearing a familiar shape, comfort them.

Later, removing it, put it safely away, once again free;

unconstrained, by the lines that you painted around me, and around yourself thinking to keep us safe.

I know it’s dangerous, and that, without perfect balance,

I might burn from exposure or lose myself drowning, in endless opening.

Drift away on a breeze, or fall to the sun warmed ground,

having forgotten why standing is important.

You see how easy it is to grow new lines,

from small beginning’s,tendrils of hesitation and concern.

I will go on, watchful , removing each new shape,

place each carefully away with the others,

never stopping until I fade,like the notes on a bards harp;

carried away on the wind of time.
until the very air itself

becomes the music of my breath, and I the wind.