the void is hiring…step up
Against all odds the winds are changing directions
bell choirs keep silent vigil at midnight
from the back a wheelchair
set in constant motion
subconscious patterns
run night and day
you, being the one and all,
free flowing floods flooding
body temperature liquid streaming
there she goes again
climbing over the rails
adrenaline pumps straight through the heart
stopping at flight and fright
no freeze allowed
night after sleepless night
finding me a hollow shell
still calm and beauty sensitive
aged trees newly borning leaves
Springs colors filling in daily
against the ever changing
skies and waters
greens, blues and silvers
this furious night wind
rides the water hard and wet
Friday can be somber
but hold on to your bonnet
puzzle pieces are settling into place
even in the void between questions and answers
bright resurrection arrives on Sunday mornings
patience is a rewarding experience
sorrow is the pathway into life
joy is still the stuff dreams are made of
all through the night hours
the silky cat keeps a hungry watch
until we wake to see what this day brings
a hearty breakfast, to be had by all
🌻
Amy Lloyd
In the beginning
you opened up
an emptiness
in yourself
for creation:
space
for darkness to sit in,
then time,
for light to travel.
This is such a day
of emptiness,
of sabbath rest,
a pregnant pause,
space in you,
and time between,
divine abyss,
for Creation
to happen.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
life: acoustic & amplified 