winter seeds
Tag Archives: longing
dry seeds
the ability to fly above storms
Patterns
memory’s vault
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: fumble.
Up near the bunker’s is Memory’s Vault. This is the first part of the poem A Lover’s Quarrel, about the longing for home. The poems are by Sam Hamill. It is a beautiful place.
I hope that no one fumbles with our hearts during the holidays and that we feel loved and home wherever we are….
blues
For Wordless Wednesday.
hope for change
I want us to have a culture where teens don’t drink to black out or to where they tell themselves that it’s ok to harm another person, where women are not punished for speaking up, where neither boys nor girls nor men nor women tolerate rape or domestic violence or discrimination or hatred.
window cat
I took this downtown last week. The cat was sitting looking out. As soon as it saw me it headed for the screen part of the window. I couldn’t quite pet it through the screen.
black on white
black on white
white on black
it doesn’t matter
angels falling
made to fall
at peace with falling
I let myself fall
at peace with falling
and wonder what that means?
death?
no
though there are times I long
for the Beloved
for union with the Beloved
for all in one
and one all
let go
when an angel falls
they are at peace
they are at peace
with falling
people
see black and white
people
see good and evil
people
separate
label
categorize
angels don’t
black on white
or
white on black
it doesn’t matter
there is no separation
we are one
Beloved
One
window to a door
For Norm 2.0’s Thursday Doors.
There must be a door here somewhere…..
