Unfolding

In the quite of the morning ,
my senses awaken
 from the site and scent of Autumn .
 Decaying leaves that smell of
  apples and cinnimon in the sun.

Warm crimson and ambers reach inside me
 and invoke soulful memories.

A force of holness fills me, as if the Universe was channeling through me , all of it's Yin and Yang.

 Melancholy , Bliss , appreciation , clarity . . .
 and the rememberance . . .  like the leaves ,
 all things must pass .

Though the beauty
 and richness of our experience lives on .

 Some perfect flower emerges from the ashes of our sorrows.       
Some new thought , some new revelation is born
 out of going to the very core of our selves.

 Our own deep well springs forth with the manifestations
 of all that we have asked for ,
sometimes surprising us with something all together different ,
 all together better . . .  than what we ever could have imagined.






  Lark

Autumn

Summer 2011 , Lake Louise

This is good

We feed each other chapters of ourselves,
page upon page I see transformation.

And in the end  . . .
I find your life to be a sonnet.


Lark

Now THIS . . . makes sense

You smile

You twinkle

You talk sense
with a depth and richness.

I am opening ,
didn't even know I was closed .

You are
pulling , gently .

We are traveling some where . . . 
doesn't matter where . . .

from the beginning . . . . to the middle
 A place I'd like to be .

Balanced . . .   that feels good .

Trusting  . . .  A word I'd love to believe in.

Slowly. . . . we travel there together.

You are a  man ,
 noble hearted with a soulful spirit .

We have good intentions. . .

                      We take our armor off here .





Lark

Autumn

AhhhhhhhAhhhhuuutumn
Ahhh auuuuuauuutumn .(sung by a choir)

From the hymnal of the seasons ,
she comes forth . . . shining  . . .
Gilded golds and rubies.
Embracing us in her warm cape of comfort and peace.
Preparing us for slumber in the coming of the silent snow.


Lark