to be protected
darkened sun speaking … through what hides … deep in its cocoon
but to risk your heart opening, oh simple soul, will change your life
hold the belief of you … to be protected .. to be loved
© r.e.l. 6/3/12
image by simeon schatz
posted for Poetry Picnic 6/3-6/10/12 on Jingle Poetry
beings of dreams
we beings of dreams
with earthly eyes to see
there is only the truth
trust our sun light
it makes life
anew every moment
© 2012 simsha
image by s i m s h a
as vibration stills
as vibration stills itself… to silent rocks and water
and slow motion secrets… reveal… what they could not tell you in words
and beg to… take to slumber, as if you
© r.e.l. 3/3/12
image by s i m s h a
posted for Poetry Picnic 3/4-3/11/12 on Jingle Poetry at Olive Garden
yet
sometimes…
it’s all just a part
of a winding path
on a daydream
as your smile,
the river to your sun,
inside its own skin
has no idea
and floats away from seeing
just waiting
for its time
to feel what it can’t
see
…yet
© r.e.l. 10/8/11
Posted for Poetry Picnic 10/9-10/15/11 on Gooseberry Garden
of red, of wood
laid out
your fire, the sun
that only looks directly at you
through reflection
of red, of wood
everlasting
in me
© r.e.l. 8/22/11
image by s i m s h a
Posted for Poetry Picnic 9/25-10/1/11 on Gooseberry Garden
am i?
through words
and time
we find our way
cobwebs of fears …
clarity that whispers…
dusty ashes, long ago speaking
of time gone by
sunlight laughing
on beaches with no name
when in the end
what i really want to know is
am i worth it?
© r.e.l. 7/5/11
Posted for Poetry Potluck 7/3-7/9/11 on Jingle Poetry
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why
why
you know
is because it
is your way to find
me where i am… where
the edge meets the whisper
that washes away the sands of
surrender, to touch me with patience
© r.e.l. 5/30/11
image of me by simsha
posted on Poetry Potluck 5/29-6/4/11 on Jingle Poetry
red
fire
me up
with your
sun
and your
soul..
like
the way
i sometimes
feel
the flame
pierce the
shield
i keep
around me
it feels good
to know you
do it
again
…
© r.e.l. 4/17/11
image “red sun”
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posted for Poetry Potluck 4/17-4/23/11 on Jingle Poetry
flowers kiss
you could live there
your heart beating
in my mind
as a trail
to the sun…
…missing life
without you…
…like the times
when the flowers
kiss
the
bees
© r.e.l. 4/1/11
image “flowers kiss”
posted on Luna’s world
Posted for Poetry Potluck 4/3-4/9/11 on Jingle Poetry
come up for air
on the mission to forever
my sun is yours
did you know it finds you
when your eyes are opened?
a seed, free to be…
floating with something
beautiful
the embers keep you alive
. . .
but i have a secret
listen
come up for air
i’m thankful that i know
what happens to seeds
who are loved
© r.e.l. 3/5/11
image “the sun”
posted for Jingle Poetry week 25
is this me? moving toward, moving away…
So what does wholeness look like to me? I thought this summary I played with recently was a wonderful way to describe my view on this subject. For it is when I am depicting all of these words at once, as taken from my personal blog I write here (generated by a tool called Wordle), that I feel most whole.
I can get a cue as to what I avoid in life, in my search for wholeness, if I watch what it is I try to withhold to others in my conversations. These are my truths which I run from and hide even from myself, as I lack confidence to orate them. The fear is controlled by my unconscious. These are the inner truths that point to my fear of being who I truly am, as Neil Legault quotes:
Catch yourself trying to avoid telling someone your truth about yourself and you will see how you hide yourself from life. This is the pointer that shows you your fear of being who you truly are.
I seek to bring myself into wholeness by merging my mind with my spiritual beliefs. The two act aside each other naturally, and when the dark clouds come, I have to work diligently in meditation to remember the sun is always shining above it — something greater than me.
© r.e.l. 10/10/10
perfect moment
perfect
what is perfect?
what does it mean?
perfect feeling in your heart?
perfect smile on the face of the person looking
into you?
perfect song?
perfect candle?
perfect light of the sun shining down upon you?
how about a perfect moment.
that is what i had.
definitely.
© r.e.l. 7/26/10
we continue
be the lightning in me
that strikes relentless
wings outstretched
you speak to me
but what if i never see you
again as you are now
yet you have all-seeing ability
like a prophecy
i ride you now
like the wind and sun
the place in which we started
we continue
la façon dont nous avons commence
avons continuons
malgré tout,
tu as toujours aimé moi
© r.e.l. 7/9/10
