Conspiritorium

Weightless......
Floating........

Deprived of all things, wrapped in.....darkness.....silence.....time.

Immortal Love

My soul is draped in the blackest of shrouds
My heart is cold, my skin is like ice.....
My eyes are lifeless.

Through the darkness you find me, you lift me.
I feel the warmth of your touch, you kiss me.

In Your Eyes

This was a poem that I wrote years ago, I actually think that it was my very first one. I was late one night and I was up studying, everyone else was asleep. I had been going through a challenging moment in life and out of no where these words started dancing through my spirit, my heart, my mind. My son Mikal calls it your "Sha Na Na". I posted this in an online forum that I had years ago, so consider this a re-post. 


In Your Eyes

I had never known it....
Or was that I could not see it.....
I peered into the very recesses of my being, but it always seemed to escape me, elude me.

In My Element

In was in my element

Walking down the proverbial yellow brick road of life

I knew what I wanted, where I wanted to be and how I was going to get there.

But somewhere, somehow, when I wasn’t looking the path dissolved

In a millisecond, the same amount of time that it takes you to blink,

I was floating in a sea of nothing.

No one knew, no one could tell because my feet kept moving

Moving through shear muscle and emotional memory

Seconds to minutes, minutes to hours, and hours to days and so forth, and so on, and ad infinitum.

I could feel you before I saw you

I could hear the intoxicating sounds that I would come to know as your voice.

You intertwined your fingers with the hand of my soul

I knew what I wanted, where I wanted to be, and how I was going to get there

I wasn’t going to find it at the end of a proverbial yellow brick road

I found it in you.

Rice Paper Wings

Rice Paper Wings....

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Each day it beings…......

The cycle….....

The change….....

I am born carried by the ....

gentle inspiration of His breath.....

.. ..

I change…the necessary metamorphosis…....

I become what I need to be in that moment,....

daughter, mother, wife….lover.....

On my wings I carry the hopes and dreams....

of those that I touch…......

.. ..

On my rice paper wings~....

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At the best of times, I am able…....

able to keep my wings in flight.....

Then there are times when I am sure….....

that with the next great wind….....

they will be ripped away from me …....

and I will plummet into the never ending....

Blackness beneath me…....

.. ..

Then He touches me and renews me….....

His words whispered….....

words that can only be interpreted by ones soul…......

and again I take flight…......

.. ..

On my rice paper wings~....

Singing To The Wind

Singing to the Wind

While I slept, my soul was stolen from me.

A thief had come in the night,

silent and dark as shadow.

I woke to an emptiness that reached back

to the beginning of time.

I asked the birds had they seen my soul,

And they did not know.

I asked the trees had they seen my soul,

And they did not know.

I asked the sun and the moon surely they would know,

For they were the wisest, the first of God’s creations,

When He separated the light from the darkness,

And they did not know.

I asked the great waters,

for they touched the entire world,

And they did not know.

Then in the stillness….came the wind….and it spoke,

“Sing to me; sing to me the song

that only your soul,

and your soul alone can understand,

and I will carry your song.

I will carry it to the ends of the earth,

and I will find your soul.

And so I sang…..

I sang to the wind….

I sang until I wept…..

That night, as I slept, I felt the soft

cool caress of the wind.

And again, it spoke, but this time

in a whisper, “I have found your soul.”

And it place my soul in the black void,

And I was filled….

I was complete.

Pandora's Box

Pandora’s Box

It was given to me…

It was given to me in the moment of my creation.

Beautiful…gilded…when I touched it…

It seemed to move beneath my fingers.

But it would not open… it would not yield

To my desire…my desire to know

Its secrets locked inside.

What it carried, I did not know.

.. ..

I wanted to see…

To know what secrets lay inside,

But I was afraid… afraid of what

I might find, of what I might see.

But the box would not yield its mysteries to me.

.. ..

But it was not the box that needed to yield….

It was me……in that moment, my spirit let go….

And the box opened….

.. ..

Out of the box

came all of my deepest fears….

my hurts….

my disappointments…..

They hovered above me

like the blackest cloud…

I had been betrayed

by the beauty of the box.

But I looked into the box

deeper still…

and there it was…

one

small

light….

I held it in my hand….

and it began to grow brighter

My fear became strength….

My hurt became hope…

And my disappointments 

became my dreams.