Fallen behind…

“These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.”
― Rumi, The Essential Rumi

fallen behind

Fallen behind
insecure
words won’t speak
behind closed doors…

In cloistered silence
obstacles shout
unhinged chaos
wounds leak out…

I descend again
into
gathered breath
hush my mind
my fears confessed…

disrobed
by strange
mystical states
tumbled from orbit
dreams translate…

Walking through sludge
buried by fatigue
surrendered again
to grief’s debris…

Learning
to trust
silence,
the landscape
within,
when emotions babble
affliction rescinds…

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Monday Meditation…

For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known”

seeing dimly

I felt dimly
my reflection weak
abandoned moments
in light oblique…

Beyond expanse
within my bones
recognized
permeations unknown…

Exceeding the confines of my five senses
awakened vision,
freed of pretenses…

Delving deeply in a true reflection
disallowing
self-deception

Being alive…

“Said the river: imagine everything you can imagine, then keep on going.”
― Mary Oliver

surreal atmospheres

In surreal atmospheres,
our spirits are freed,
with lingering tinctures
anxiety recedes…
Absorbed by landscapes of
Divine being,
we’re swept with tides of invincible feelings…