He came in on the sagital plane.
At first I didn't see him,my view behind me ,
finishing up the past.
He stood still . . . one moment at a time ,
like a new equation.
It was then that I really saw him.
It was then that I knew I truly loved him.
M'larky / Trish F.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn't make any sense.
- Rumi
Friday, August 10, 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Homeward bound
Unfolding the layers of transgressions that I have chosen
consciously and subconsciously.
Breaking free the shell of my experiences .
Freeing the embrio within.
Delving inward to see that core of me .
Unveiling my life force .
I am standing back from the emotion , the resounding judgment ,
that has impinged my view . . .
Emploding . . .
I am now able and willing to see , all the mirrors that have been
set before me.
Like Alice , I am running down the rabbit hole,
reaching for the the light at the end of each layer , each experience . . .
bringing me closer to home , my true home .
Lark
consciously and subconsciously.
Breaking free the shell of my experiences .
Freeing the embrio within.
Delving inward to see that core of me .
Unveiling my life force .
I am standing back from the emotion , the resounding judgment ,
that has impinged my view . . .
Emploding . . .
I am now able and willing to see , all the mirrors that have been
set before me.
Like Alice , I am running down the rabbit hole,
reaching for the the light at the end of each layer , each experience . . .
bringing me closer to home , my true home .
Lark
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Inspiration
Having just emerged out fom the darkest cavern's with in.
I can finally see the light.
Acknowledging what is mine , flinging it forward and behind .
This being a new time , a new space ,
no place for primordial patterns.
Here at the end of this tunnel ....inspiration ... eclipsing my need for the familar.
I can reinvent myself again and again.
Like a cat with nine lives.
I will forever be changing with the tides .
Lark
I can finally see the light.
Acknowledging what is mine , flinging it forward and behind .
This being a new time , a new space ,
no place for primordial patterns.
Here at the end of this tunnel ....inspiration ... eclipsing my need for the familar.
I can reinvent myself again and again.
Like a cat with nine lives.
I will forever be changing with the tides .
Lark
Monday, November 28, 2011
Wholier than thou has ever been
No more broken pieces to reassemble
or wounded wings to carry forward , that will never fly again.
Those days are gone.
You stand before me , on your own two feet ,
living your dreams, with a full heart .
I stand whole with or with out you . . .
Here on my own two feet , living my dreams . . .
I am complete. .
Lark
or wounded wings to carry forward , that will never fly again.
Those days are gone.
You stand before me , on your own two feet ,
living your dreams, with a full heart .
I stand whole with or with out you . . .
Here on my own two feet , living my dreams . . .
I am complete. .
Lark
Sunday, October 9, 2011
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