REFLECTED WATERS
distinguish
paridisal
feelings
knowing
perceiving
speculative
portions
subsumed
in
unpredejudiced
awareness
seeing
with
visionary
interchangeable
coherence
from
achievements
wholeness
to anticipate
learned
linguistic
language
evolved
externalities
convince
deviation
&
aberration
with
genuine
feelings
I can see the waters
but they are beyond my grasp
the trees are getting skinnier
their leaves have turned blood red
a reflection of my disappointment
in the far distance I see healthy verdant pines
they are the right size, not distorted like my trees
there is no water here, no faith, no hope
the earth is cracked, barren, desolate,
a reflection of my disappointment
I reflected on the divine
On a snowy evening, I reflected on the divine, wondering whether a separate realm exists for the affluent and what fate awaits those who endure the harshness of the elements in poverty.
I pondered whether the opulence of the wealthy, encapsulated in their golden coffers, grants them a higher standing. Do their accolades and status provide them with a place at the decision-making table?
I was told that time would reveal the answers. It was noted that there exists but one river and one sea, signifying that there is a singular path and that the only true exit leads downward.
grateful God created
a vast variety
every face born unique
how boring it would be
if the view out windows
reflected only me
We navigate together, two souls reflected in each other.
In every shared memory, in every shared dream,
We are connected by invisible threads, by thoughts that intertwine,
Between the desire to know each other and the fear of completely opening up,
We find beauty in the fragile balance of our connection.
And thus, in the twilight of silences and unspoken thoughts,
We find ourselves in each other, two mirrors reflecting infinitely,
In a dance of souls that never stops,
Until the last breath, until the last thought.
When you love her, listen to her with all your being,
Be present in every word, in every sigh,
In every glance that reveals her universe to you,
Be there, on the edge of your seat, leaning towards her,
Be there, searching deeply into her eyes, without frightening her.
Feel every nuance of her voice, every hidden emotion,
Let yourself be absorbed by her interests, make them your own,
Capture her heart with care, like a precious treasure,
And never let it go, because in this dance of souls,
In this magical and melancholic weaving of existences,
You will find the beauty and mystery of true love.
"As you live deep in the heart, the mirror gets clearer and cleaner".- quote by Rumi
Majestic and a clean heart when it was born.
Immense sponge absorbing the best and the worst of life,
Risking purity to abandon its principles.
Reconsider about cleaning where your heart reflects.
Offer yourself the best image
for the others to look at.
Reset mistakes diving deep inside, where you only can go.
A blindfold is taken, removed clean away
A guvenor is standing.' As bidens mouth goes astray
He needs help in the matter, thats just all that it is'
As his mind goes to quickstep, as its all his old biz
Yet his minds beyond recall, like the young men who cross
Thats causing anxiety, its seen right round the world.'
There are reasons, and dis-reason' it seems the state flag got furled
Got some dust on its colours' yet thats blown clean away Its flying, through the whole state, where brave still; live today!
And a nation is choosing maybe while it still can'?
Enacting lawful state perrogatives moving women and men
To awaken, and to actions' to repulse and repair.'
Maybe gain more real leaders? the type that really do care.'
This old couple was sitting around one evening…
one of those evenings time was moving slow…
when they decided to peruse some photos they’d taken…while playing in the snow.
They were smiling…laughing…enjoying the memories of those moments
until his heart began to soar…
when he saw something in a photo of himself…he hadn’t seen before.
He paused…then with his fingers on his I-Phone
enlarged that photo to twice its size…
“Look at this photo! He said to his wife. “Look into my eyes.”
“This is not just a photo of me.” He said
“Look close…analyze…
Can you see how you are there reflected in my eyes?”
“Oh that’s just your new glasses.” She said with humorous affection.
“From the angle I took the photo…I was caught in their reflection.”
“Oh, I think it’s much more than that.” The old man said
his words catching her by surprise.
“This photo captures how you are always in my heart…
always reflected in my eyes.”
Next he smiled, raised his hands…removed his glasses…and then….
He said, “Just to prove my point…look into my eyes again.”
There's something so utterly perfected
In the heart of you, that is projected
As I hold you, my warmth and feelings reflected
Within a mutual bond, we are both affected
Understanding your feelings, my spirit so injected
By the moments of bliss, we've built and erected
In listening to you, I'm perfectly directed
Held within my arms, may you forever feel protected
once we see
who we are
life view shifts
all are one
one is all
light of Self
every realm
or domain
is but thought
22-March-2023
Tricube
,,*** BIRD — *** part one
Bird,
Furiously flapping, eager to rise…
Here…Take your flight
Through the warm air
Of my heart,
I catch how
Our sights are
Cast eye to eye —
Yours watch into mine;
And my own keep a busy
Witness of yours
With my intent
To compliment the presence
Of evident light reflecting
In the specks so vibrant-white,
Glistening at the heights
Of those golden irises
In your spirited eyes,
Aiming to soar through the boundless sky;
While I remain here for my drawing out
And setting down feathered lines
About the how and why
It is to know such a bird
As you, pausing in my human hands
For these brief minutes
We own together ~
Bird, ready for your flying on
Through a changeable atmosphere
in Freedom;i
While I, finding a vision in those wings, those eyes,
Feel moved to reach
for Beauty,
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Art and Poem (c) sally young eslinger 2/14/23
Thanks be to God++T
Today I’m just a click
away from nothingness
on internet posts.
The limbs on the tree
next door are still,
and it’s just 2 degrees
outside.
Warm air whooshes
up from the register
and a sparrow sings
as I remember
my life as
miles covered
along highways and roads
and faces seen.
And this love
many years ago
comes back again
an incarnate dream.
This snow outside
is soft and pure
as I wait to step outside-
I still see her face.
REFLECTED LIGHT
a flutter of excitement
where ordinariness
is enlarged
in
a
benevolent interlude
uncompromising
yet extensive
thoughtful
timeless
a bucolic bourgeoisie
so indecisive
in its
muted moment sits
a contrast pitched
then juxtaposed
in
a birds eye view
so understated
in abbreviated silhouette
shimmering
as
an ode to life
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Reflected universe spawned by desire
Beauteous dance of playful innocence
In truth, we are That, for which we aspire
Endless seeking and craving, heart afire
Pathetic is addictive indulgence
Reflected universe spawned by desire
Cessation the way, ceasing to acquire
Flowing in calm, head and heart in balance
In truth, we are That, for which we aspire
Ego consigned to the funeral pyre
Ends with illusions, foolish dalliance
Reflected universe spawned by desire
No sooner with outer world, we do tire
We are astonished at our effulgence
In truth, we are That, for which we aspire
Oh hermit, this earth life will soon expire
Let the lamp of love shine in full brilliance
Reflected universe spawned by desire
In truth, we are That, for which we aspire
20-June-2021
massage
the ego
vanity of vanity
myself
myself
seen outside
from within
not what
I feel
but what is reflected
of me
a testimony
of what I see
as me
overt not hidden
or
at someone's bidding
surreal
never ideal
unmasked actuelle
truth to tell
self-real
an
introspection
of ego
sublime
silent
conception
captured
but is it
really me
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