The night sounds rise and fall around me
As stars emerge from the deep black well
Fireflies dance on the edge of vision
As dusk gives way to the night
Coolness settles upon the land
Stillness settles upon my heart
Tiny pinpricks of light appear
Delicate, peeping through the black curtain
Now soft pearl glow cast across the silence
Each moment brings the detail into focus
So too my heart’s desire becomes clear
Defined against the backdrop of my soul’s quietude
My wish is for you
And my wish for you is me
That you might be filled with me as the emptiness of space
Is filled with glorious light
That I might be to you the peace
Which settles over the night calling nature to rest
A night with no bumps in the dark.
No fear of exposure
No longer watchful
Only rest and blissful surrender
And if I may not have this wish then my next would be
That you may see yourself through my eyes
Then you would not need my light to fill your night
You would know the power in your form, the elegance in your movement
You would know your beauty as a gift and light to this dark and troubled world
You are most desirable in all things
And from that place of confident rest your striving would cease
You would become a source of grace and hope
And would lift up all whom you touch
If I might be granted even my second wish
I would know that my life has had a meaning
For I have recognized the sublime among the ordinary
To have held such to my breast is to have lived
I have enough words to say I don’t have any words. Hugs.
beautiful! (I would know that my life has had a meaning
For I have recognized the sublime among the ordinary
To have held such to my breast is to have lived)
Hey friend 🙂
Hey Friend :))))
woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow im in love with your words…..
I’m so glad you were here!
🙂
how are you? your words are wonderful
I saw in a comment that brought clarity. “frequency that our soul craves on the quantum and material levels and everywhere in between. They say its all energy at different frequencies anyway.” I kept thinking to myself, to read with your conscious mind. It rides at a higher tenor, though. If I allow myself to just sit after, and be with what my conscious mind won’t see today, then I’m there. It’s something I feel your writing insists I do. I hope that makes some kind of sense.
As always, the depth is stunning! And I am grateful!
I insist it, need it for me. Or perhaps it insists me. I am grateful not to be alone in that place. My friends make it fun. I am glad you are my friend.
Then, so say we all!
A truer thought has never been spoken: “friends make it fun.”
And I am glad you are my friend.
Don’t you love it when a plan comes together?
A team.
I am writing something about the picture you sent calen
Looking very much to it!!!
I like your new picture
Thank you!!!
Once again you’ve blown me away. Great writing! 🙂
“You would know your beauty as a gift and light to this dark and troubled world.” I find this sentence true yet maybe you can better explain to me what “beauty” means to you. Beauty as is in a superficial aspect or beauty as an person’s individuality?
Beauty silences my spirit. It calls to me from a place beyond the surface of things. Beauty as defined by popular culture seems plastic and shallow and it think many times hides a dangerous darkness.that which is authentic and unique is beautiful to me about a person. Not the surface. What I have found in the past is that when I know and love someone deeply the external manifestation of them becomes the definition of what is beautiful and desired. Tend not to get stuck on particular forms or parameters. If I get stuck it is on a person not parts.
“Beauty silences my spirit. It calls to me from a place beyond the surface of things…” Your replies are just as eloquent as your blog posts. I hope you realize the effect you have upon us. 🙂
Beauty silences my spirit. It calls to me from a place beyond the surface of things. Beauty as defined by popular culture seems plastic and shallow and it think many times hides a dangerous darkness.that which is authentic and unique is beautiful to me about a person. Not the surface. What I have found in the past is that when I know and love someone deeply the external manifestation of them becomes the definition of what is beautiful and desired. Tend not to get stuck on particular forms or parameters. If I get stuck it is on a person not parts. But I do then enjoy those particular parts.
Thank you so much for your insight and thoughts I really appreciate them. I think I have a better understanding of beauty and the root cause of it.
Oh my, what an absolutely deliciously romantic and deeply soulful piece, Plato! Isn’t it the point of all life? And all the world. It reminds me of one of my favorite poems, William Blakes’ Auguries of Innocence,
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
Thank you for sharing your gift with us. Your writing is truly like fine whiskey 🙂 Mellow, deep, with more than a hint of lingering sweetness. And leaves the reader wanting more.
I am humbled by your response as I was humbled by the experience I had that motivated me to try and paint it somehow with my words. Sometimes the whiskey burns before the sweetness that lingers. This was like that. Much love my friend.
Whiskey burns before the sweetness that lingers, nice 🙂 Much love back to you, my friend. You are a lovely, sensitive, and gracious human. For that I thank you.
I hope your move is an amazing and exciting time
It is a move back home. I was here on a sabbatical for a year and enjoyed the year-around gardening. 🙂 Thank you.
Do they seem different to you in anyway as you go back through them and do the audio? The subject matter of this one blends so well with your voice which is so calming…
It made me remember and it was profoundly sweet to me remembering the rest I seek.
It’s hard to stay focused on the journey in the middle of the storm, I think…
It is all well
{{{Plato}}}
WOW! so beautiful, what talent you have! This poem is like music to my ears, playing a soothing lullaby to the soul. Your worlds emanate deep wisdom.
I think that emotion or the reality it was trying to allude to is a reality, a frequency that our soul craves on the quantum and material levels and everywhere in between. They say its all energy at different frequencies anyway. Which is spirt by definition. And that is a subject that has captured your attention. Your soul knows something about that, that it wants you to know. Cant wait to read more of what you find out. If you have any interest there is a thing I called platos groove on the bolg. It is kinda the theme. I did it like sixties beat poetry. It was fun. My middle son did the improv piano behind it. Be Groovy.
Goodness… That one stopped me dead in my tracks… You are an amazing writer. The imagery in the first part was so palpable. And “For I have recognized the sublime among the ordinary” This is what you’re seeing in your own travels inward. This poem is almost a road map.
So poignant and beautiful. the heart always wishes. and only the beautiful know what it is to live and to feel the sublime, and to pine for grace and hope.
Then yo must be all of that and more
How I wish I could be and be more.. thank you. am smiling 🙂
I’m stealing your second wish for myself . . . really beautiful
I wish it for you.
And that your family and friends and anyone you meet will be blessed because of it.
Your words are very beautiful.
Thank you. I enjoy yours