The flicker of a candle
Insignificant handle
That takes a room from dark to light
When every corner seems obscure
Your flickering shadows adorn
Providing light and even warmth
How insignificant a candle must be
To light an entire room
Unnoticed beautiful flame
Scented soothing aromas
Filling my nostrils and senses
Manifestation of places and faces
Spiritual haven
Wings of the Raven or Crow
Ancestral flow
In your light my spirit grows
In the curves of a feather
In the breath of a wind
In the Allie’s on a street
Grounded country feet
Beyond turbulent sorrows
Into most peaceful waters
Is where you’ll find my mind
At ease
Because love is peace
Creating your own peace in turbulent times 🕊️🫶🏽
The first breath of a newborn
is relief in the ears of a father
to a mother, a new life form
counting all fingers and toes
each hair, follicle, skin fold
immersed in the scent
of a new baby born
the last breath yet to mourn
knowing life is a cycle
to appreciate life
death must be life’s norm
one breath exhaled death
in a breath, inhaled life
because death is part of life
Rivers Flow
Water is never stagnant
Make your life glow
Knowing you’ll never have
The same moment twice
You can always make
Future moments better
In the reflection of lust, you may need fixed
In the image of love, you are a work in progress
In the reflection of lust, you may be disposable
In the image of love, you are irreplaceable
In the image of lust, you may be broken
In the reflection of love, you are complete
In the reflection of lust, you may take a number
In the image of love, you are the one
In the reflection of lust, there may be possessions
In the image of love, there is always progression
In the images and reflections of lust and love
What you choose to see yourself through matters
Sometimes
If you pause
Take a deep breath
Inhale gratitude, abundance, strength, forgiveness, and love
Exhale greed, lacking, unable, grudges, and hate
You live a lot more peaceful
To experience life at its fullest
Extasy resounding vigilance
Commotion diverting distortion
Chaotic organized emotion
Contortion flexible corrosion
sometimes extreme
sometimes unseen
subtle whisper in loud forms
To experience life in all its words
cutting wedges into pores
osmotic permeable roles
You must dare to open that one door
You must dare to live outside the “norm”
The ripple of a pebble
to a tiny insect
undeniable misery
The ripple of a landslide
sunami to the Human landline
the troubles of some
are struggles to others
catastrophic events
different levels
different pebbles
never permanent
it all cycles
Moments are not lifetimes
Lifetimes are not moments
Your pile of moments
Creates a lifetime
You are a prisoner of a lifetime
Not realizing your freedom
Is in every moment
you get to breath
Run
Walk
Crawl
Fly
Sometimes roll
Sometimes no movement at all
This non linear life we live
Human experiences
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