As above, so below. * The other night, I thought of this phrase and imagined a giant inverse pyramid on top of the great pyramid at Giza. Like that of a mirror. An invisible inverse that only the soul may see, as the soul is the same aspect of the physical body, but inverse. The …
Breaking bread in utmost haste Singing soldiers, making paste Sought amongst the gravel ruins Partial maladies seek cocoons. Casting nets both wide and vast Reeling in the fishes fast Cranking, beating, Flesh and bone I can’t see past the hues and tone. Fast forward through The muck and dew, Slowing down now, Breathe. Anew.
My heart is in many different places on Christmas. It is joyful and playful, but also seized by a sliver of solemnity. A still silence that bows to some majesty that has either been forced upon me from outside myself, or one that is innate. I try to grasp why, or find the true source …
Bring it in, bring it down Circle up, circle 'round. Live inside, outside seams See into the lightest beams. Wanting much, and scary surprises Wanting more, and Sun arises.
Dear Daughter, You are almost 2 years old and I'm not sure where the time has gone. And weirdly enough, I am already bracing for the time when I won't see you every day. When you will leave home and live a life that runs parallel to my own, and not still on my track. You …
A girl stooped down to tie her shoe. She was thinking about God. Not THAT God. NEVER that God. The other one. The loving one. She knew He was there. Or He/She. Or it. Whatever the ‘Source’ wanted to be called. There – in that spot that is unknowable, but relatable – He resides. She …
Sewing, stitching destiny Freedom wins to tyranny Dusty cobwebs, combing down Light the path to wear the crown. Minding manners, restless creed Sun shines down to whip the weed Cutting fabric, manic sleeves Building something worth the squeeze.
Bloody cowbells leave me be. “Surrender now or follow me!” Parched throats holler, “Come on down! Let us show your soul around!” Pardon, mister, whatcha say? ‘Spirits swallowed every day?’ Why such saccharine in the voice, When presented with such choice? “Chop, chop, sweetie, make some plans. Shout out now, to all who stands!” Reflective …
Beleaguered, he set sail. Flowing down the waterfall of existence. Not sure of what lie ahead but breathtaking scenery, life unfolding in front of him as a petaled flower. The spider weaves and teases his destiny. As its prey is caught in a silky veil, so are we. Stuck in holes and crevasses tight and unyielding. …
Behold a wonder, Beauty See into the soul Lusty, crusty, liking Calmness being bold. Let's wander, Go free You, us, and me Brightly, lightly, touching Shadows in the tree.
Amie Zor 