When the soul lies down in the grass, the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase
each other doesn't make any sense.

- Rumi

Friday, August 10, 2012

New Equation

                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.

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

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

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