Category: prose-poetry

Uncertain one
Caught between fear and doubt
Stuck
The moment elongated

Listen to the silence
The quiet mind
It knows
It reveals

Change brings fear
Natural
It gives way
Happiness conquers

Have you ever made a connection
One so profound it alters your very being
One so personal that your soul is suffused
A hole you didn’t know you had, filled

Not just feelings of heart and mind
But of sheer wholeness, completion
Nobody alone is capable
It takes two for this

It isn’t a form of moderation
Mere acceptance and understanding
These are just compromises
For those that don’t take the risk

It burns with lasting intensity
With joy and fear and hope
Uncertainty lines the entrance
To stop the timid wills

See, nothing in life is easy
Not even that little step
If it were, then would we
Hold dear this special gift?

Another thread?
unexpected
And the tapestry?
modified

Is there a pattern?
maybe
When will we know?
later

Is there a plan?
yes
Do we know it?
no

Is the weave right?
yes
How do we know?
instinct

Soul of the night
blending so well
I see you clearly

I ran across an old little writing I did years ago about love…kinda Shakespeare-esque in meter–

A most elusive creature hath Love ever been and even more so to keep once found. Love hath never been fond of captivity nor to the bindings of flighty lusts that forever inflame those of weak spirit or mind but shouldst Love reveal itself to the purity of feelings and then douse simple lust, the much more complex does it become and even harder to describe. Even with the broadness of all the languages of the world they cannot even dimly portray the ecstacy of being joined with that so elusive and glorious.

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I don’t know that I’ve ever had such an experience…which leaves me wondering how I could possible try to describe it. Odd in its own way.