I raised my hands to the sea,
to see how far the waves would carry me
they were coming in swiftly
and moving from shore to shore
but my heart was yearning for more
the road ahead is long
and all I want is to compose my own song
and the sea is the place I would rather be
to see the earth meet with the sun before the day is done.
Follow me to the sea and set a table for you and me
Listen to the roaring waves singing their own praise
take a walk with me along the shore
and observe what is transpiring behind the doors
Immerse yourself in nature
and if you are not comfortable,
just call the doctor.
soak yourself in the saltwater
and take me back to where it all begun.
Daybreak with earthly shadows coverings my face
And I knew that I had to confront reality that is staring at me
and everything that was coming out of the sea was a part of me
and in one split second I knew that it was done
for the truth in me is no fun.
Monday is here and there is nothing to fear, the sun has gone down, and the moon has turned around; time is hanging on the tree and patience is waiting for thee. I booked a ticket to sunset land to observe what was going on, the air was not clear and lots of racketeering was going on over there, so I set my ship a sail and move towards of the rail, but as I approached the center of the sea, a sudden mist came out of nowhere and filled the sky that hangs over the sea. The boats were moving about but no one could see what was transpiring in the deep blue sea. Everything came to a standstill, but the mist kept moving rapidly up the stoic hill. Throw the carcass into the sea and let the spirit walk with thee. The creatures of the sea will have a feast and dine with the carcass until the day is done. There is mist over the sea and it is taking my energy away from me, so clear it up before it starts swelling up your gut. There is a mist over the sea, and it is following thee.
May we be blessed to be guided by compassion and love
especially with how the events of today’s world are transpiring…
because our children are always watching…
and we never know who we might be harming…
and who you are inspiring.
You see it coming through an opaque mirror,
first signs and last winks, a monstrous revealing
the marks of a construction worker with no blueprint
one who realizes that the edifice is crumbling
from within, the pearl rubbed raw shedding its
chalky dust. At last, you see a built-in purpose,
the apparent form
together with its transpiring apparition,
the grand design arriving in one revelation.
There are no monsters or angels, the brute was always
a shallow sketch of a dilapidation that had to be
drawn before your sight until you saw
hidden beneath the scaffolding of perception,
the beautiful unformed Creator
looking clearly through
your own eyes.
Two or too provoking thoughts
A safe place i write of and at
We both travel throught
And in the invisible line
I am not found
The civil rights protests
Doth though forge ahead
Inside the building as I?
Outside of poverty, all night
The watching of blind
The picket lines of before
Your grocery and your store
Am i stored in place as safe?
Tolerant to entrance and cake?
To check out the freedom
Taking home no reading
Behind you i must climb aboard
Slaveries vessel ever toward
Another defeat beneath the heels
Furious and patience rarely fields
Inner city, inner doctor
Slumming transpiring caustically talking
Duality’s diagram to read and reflect
A lens and inspection, mapping intuition
In the war, in the cold, leading quietly
Awaiting snow
The crane’s lurking plunge
Hello in painting spunge
Again, once more, my defeat
For yours
An Airliner on its regular schedule
It seems the Airliner was stuck in an anywhere time module
The Airliner would take off in fligh5t in the present, but would go from current into unknown times
The flight would be smooth
The destination was supposed to be from Los Angeles to Chicago
The passengers, Pilot and entire Flight crew themselves going from through historical past
It planned on the Flight chart
Even the passengers had no idea as to what was going on and what was transpiring
Confusion and concern running through everybody’s mind
No explanation could be expelled into why and what was happening on the Airliner
Finding their way to where?
There was no getaway only time traveling entry way
Fuel was getting low
The airliner in flight, but seemed locked in time to anywhere
Stuck in time to nowhere bound
They couldn’t even return back to their time where everything started
Airliner in its own search, but loss in no find.
I lay silently in the night
Wondering what is transpiring
on the other side; the consistent
Rambling of the traffic above me
Shakes the ceiling
and everything that lies within
The traffic kept rolling on
and my spirit sings a melodious song
And in the silence of the night
I raised my thought to the mountain in the sky
And the shooting stars came alive
and destiny suddenly dies.
(Tuesday July 9, 2024)
Give me a dawn stilled by mist,
a gray haze unrisen.
The shimmer of nocturnal lamps
held high.
A time for tree magic; a quite majesty,
all growth halted, transpiring not,
but held within a mystical abeyance.
A pause on the lip of light,
when woodland dreams
are hung from trailing moss,
or a dew drop drip,
from spider webs of translucency -
a fairytale time,
when a walker's warm breath
is the only path,
through the stillness of self.
Writing a poem keeps me grounded;
It’s what I accomplish each day.
With stimuli I am surrounded,
Providing so much I can say.
Responding to Nature’s inspiring
As well as the news that that I read,
For what in the world is transpiring
Often gives me the push that I need.
My family and friends keep me going,
The grandkids a source of delight,
Supplying me, as they are growing,
With endless incentives to write.
But mostly, my poems are revealing
Of sentiments trapped in my brain,
Which, written in rhyme, tap each feeling
I otherwise couldn’t explain.
When I worry I gather myself
I become a cat
A cat playing in pure instinct
Perched on a limb gazing
I become a tree
The blind growing skyward
Reaching high by millimeter
I become a leaf transpiring
Breathing drops of water
Rising with the morning air
I become a nimbus
Drifting far above cares
Till I rain down upon me
I become a sting of wetness
Reminding me I am the world
Worrying too much about me
The cat, the tree, the clouds
In me a quaternity
Banished by worry
Till I return to ok-ness
“their freedom of width, yet not of height
Descends, through the transpiring fright
Which enraptured them, in a cage of night
, never once, I would abide
Preachings on the repugnant walls
That seems to repulse the oppugnant scales
That never pleased the reluctant deals
Our seats of blank, yet never brown
Generalize the glistening rounds
Defining their conditioning bounds
While they plead their case while it is already found
Why? Have I not been Forthright?
Or the inhumane seem to be sincere with their smites?
their aggression seems to have been deluded with oppression
Always retelling their feeble progression
Yet, their misconceptions dominates their suppression
As they limit out my gushing faith
It remarks a cackling date
Which is what they used, to cover their inefficient wait”
Do you know what you’re inspiring?
Awakening a dormant soul,
to witness this is so exhilarating;
Epidemic of peace transpiring
built stronger by a single goal;
Do you know what you’re inspiring?
A new world just starts opening
with the collapse of a stone wall;
To witness this is so exhilarating;
Just a nudge and it starts growing
a contagion out of control;
Do you know what you’re inspiring?
That it was quiet? So appalling;
Transformation’s worth the gamble;
To witness this is so exhilarating;
A star’s birth so captivating,
this broken smile has become whole;
Do you know what you’re inspiring?
To witness this is so exhilarating.
Here comes the rain again, so much of it this summer
Thunderstorms tonight, torrential downpours now
The ground and trees around here, so very soaked
Now, the end of Hurricane Ida to come soon, wow!
So much is transpiring all around the world, I wonder
Rain, rain, rain and more rain, are the skies crying?
I grasp everything around that I can to be grateful for
As I live to persevere with strength, I keep on trying
To share with my friends certain things, the best I can
And also rely on the survival that comes from my pen
It is in my nature to worry about them, as I do to no end
All the while, I wait for Jesus to return and I wonder when?
Heidi Sands
8/30/21
Luminaries revel on a blackened velvet canvas;
swirling, whirling, tops in centrifugal dance.
A galactic party is in full swing,
at the end of every transpiring day.
Cosmic bliss betwixt sun and moon,
casts its gifts down from the heavens.
Twelve houses borne of numeric scale,
expressing events all the way to Pi.
Mathematical is the sacred tree,
where the Tetragrammaton rebirths its essence;
the seed of life in everything,
gives forth for those of third-eye sight.
Colored marbles travel in abundance,
from black hole to a new universe.
As a child, I counted these celestial eyes;
now saddened that they dwindle from view.
Humankind in all of their ignorance,
beset with greed eliminates my view.
Infinity is the playground of hope
for new stars are forever-birthing.
Strength special moment
No longer chained
Honored by name
Passionate depth transpiring
True love worth admiring
Protected and respected
Jesus indeed resurrected
Release his doves
He will grace you love
As you persevere and reach
Be mindful of your speech
Appreciate your journey
Fear no longer the enemy
Embrace them with care
Show them I was there
Your path was worth taking
It was love in the making
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