Leviathan Fog

It ignores man's hand,
rolling over, through, under.
Unheeding victor.

© LCA 26 May 2009

"write the songs
of our
lives..
in
sand dunes... "

That is an exquisite image - placing such immense value on experience that it matters more that it existed than that it was marked in history.

Impressively honed.

"greeting each day with
simple presence, bending
with time and change. "

What a tremendous lesson for human life! Oh, but were we as wise as the tree!

"it is winter
in summer "

That is one of the MOST rich images I have ever read, taking a bare breath before an even deeper dive into the reservoir of sensation.

Lush.

Madame

Now..THAT is obsession!

"Love,.... permeates ....radiates....bears witness..."

You describe so aptly an energy greater than any dark force that resists it - and all we have to "do" is be open to it.

Gently marvellous!

It is a wise soul who realizes that the space that silence affords can be a "blessing in disguise".

May we all come to the stillness of such wisdom.

Excellent - yet again - my girl!!

"..but I will not
leave her destitute;
I will give the Love I can.."

Serving love from a plate where none was first given is the miracle of forgiveness; it is the action of a heart drawing from the well of the goodness at the core of the Universe rather than from the well of one's history.

It halts the progress of un-love what was visited upon us and makes redemption possible.

You remind us that our call in each life is - above all - to love.

"you may weep inside if
your mother was away"

Orphancy - that we will outlive our parents - is our common expectation.

You have painted in pain the realization of some of us that we were always "motherless".

Blessing on those of us who thrived despite that absence. I also hear your call to nurture life around us.

(You continue to amaze, my girl )

Very charming tribute to the energy released by simply being witness to love.

I remember times in my life when I awoke with a smile for just this very reason.

Very nice.

So few see beyond their "eyes"; you are blessed in that you see through the eyes of Spirit. That makes you a Blessing among us.

We can weather the ravaging assaults of the unworthy when we continue to expose our battered hearts and souls to the imminent warmth of light.

That you did not recoil from the affront is a tribute to your character and the trueness of your essence.

Bless you!

"Both closed and open
Hard and soft"

You have quite well expressed the dichotomy of how one must step into the flow of love.

An apt description of the ferris wheel of experience that leads to renewal.

Thank you both for your kind words

Mooning

A dozen moons have come and gone,
coursed my sky since you have gone,
your moonkissed shadow too is gone
and I now gleam alone.

And words that swirled a twirling dance,
a lilting and seducing dance,
a fingertipping touching dance
elude a silent phone.

Now eyes have dried from endless tears,
heart's flesh has healed from raking tears,
and from my thoughts you I must tear;
pain's garden's overgrown.

A new moon smiles up in the sky,
marks time's journey in my sky,
I again look at Earth's Mother's sky
and claim it as my own.

LCA August 6, 2008

Thank you all

Wildering

The world sees this shadowed pulse,
a paean to graced and poised reserve,
belying the wilding beat of heart
and keening of silently jarred nerve.

LCA January 2008

" I rest within your eyes,
I rest not needing to try.

I rest, oh I rest... "

When seeing is loving, we are blessed because we CAN rest.

Just lovely, my girl

(Passing Puffs Plus to Angel)
Thanks, everyone, for your kind attention.