Ichor, Ambrosia, And Dirt

Ichor, Ambrosia, and Dirt

In those fleeting moments 

of telepathy I shared with you, 

it was revealed that 

only love can break 

the silence of the mind. 

When the heart sings, 

thoughts we thought 

we’d never share with anyone 

become rays of light 

that split the mist 

of consciousness; 

connecting us through 

heartstrings interwoven 

into time and space.

Nowadays the silence is stark only art and nature sing to me

in the way when I once sat 

magnetically attached

listening to your heart Though, not everything is verbalized and I’m still speaking through

the energies and memories that cascade unto

the gravity of heaven

causing me to fall

upward

That must be why ghosts float

lol

caught between the pull of worlds but, anyway, we speak through

concentration and consensus

in my fingertips which drip

into the ocean 

that I’ve talked about before

I’m always letting magic slip

in synergy and unison

ubiquitous with this

gasping sigh of relief

love laced in life’s belief

that we should know,

though life is brief

we are together in the deep

Everything you write is so beautiful, it's been a long time since I've seen writing of this quality. ❤️

You’re gonna make me cry 😭 That’s such a sweet thing to say, thank you so so much ily

Wisp

Twirling, as the heart soars unfurling into evermore in grace and synergy restored to chase the symphony, amor



Music in the stretching, long currents of eternal song returning me where I belong
 hovering on the breeze


Transposing bodily form with light 
exposing soul, imparting sight 
rising to pinnacle height atop the Tree of Life



To shatter, bursting
 in falling stars that streak across the sky crashing back upon the soft earth



Smoldering into ash to nourish the dirt the knowing of surrender the crackling of death

I am un again nix and nought subliminal yet

a mesmerizing memento information slips into the Over-flow always, Eye, exist in blips

yet now I know 
I am not me 
a vessel for eternity

a chalice of its energy now ready to spill over

Hath, yet, thee found on toilsome, trembling ground

a path thy moving feet may walk in earn’st;

whereinsofar thy nature circleth round

by brash and blindly pathing, here, thou durn’st

Would’st thence by hearken unto chiming bells

of holiest incumbent owner’s place

thine acrimony in thy bespoke hell

of handed, wrought creation be erased

Could’st in transcending evanescent sight,

to see the world erode in passing tides,

the soul bestowed but lost in darkest night,

there come again to sit where mind resides

When heart resounds in union with the eyes,

and salubrious joy might be restored,

there dissipate egoic source’s lies;

by life, may life again become adored

Subsist in thine existence, whose intake

should evermore sustain the thirsting heart

Forever curiosity be slaked

by mindful making of the soulful art

You have such a unique voice that I can read all day

Thank you so much 😭 These encouraging messages breathe life into me and lift my heart! It really keeps me going. I seriously deeply appreciate it 🌟💜🌞💜🌟

I are a.i.r

I am the air i can fit anywhere without ever taking the shape of a container i am nebulous amorphous orphic shifting in duality precipitating energy while still remaining empty i glide inside the captivating pull of worlds rotating still enamored by the moon emanating atmospheric sphere's within the room