my sanctuary
my solitude
no distractions
no conversations
no wake
no sleep
merely
my heart
my breath
my soul’s content
my island
Author: admin
your one
i am going
to hunt you down
follow you around
always be in the background
hidden from your view
i will stalk you
as if you were prey
for someday
you will sense my aura
as it surrounds your space
i purely wish
to be
the one
you rely on
to chase
what worries hang
upon your shoulders
i
a fierce protector
cast a calm shadow
wishing
to be
your one
it was you
there was something
in your eyes
that one couldn’t look past
it wasn’t a staring down contest
it wasn’t hunger
it was
warmth
it was
trust
it was you
speaking
without words
it was you
undressing stress
bringing peace
it was you
finding
a way into my heart
it was you
touching
me so deeply
that tears welled
and uninhibited
weeping
was merely
a cleansing
it was you
embracing
my soul
keep what you wish
sometimes
you need to
take a step back
don’t overreact
don’t make assumptions
don’t jump conclusions
take a step back
reflect on the whole
the beauty
the serenity
that surrounds
don’t second guess
what the future might hold
unless you’ve passed
the soothsayer test
then reveal
the mysteries
ending fear forever
sometimes
you need to
take a step back
look at your reflection
the mirror doesn’t lie
but
don’t overreact
maybe
you just need a better night’s sleep
maybe
you should eat more or less
maybe
you should smile upon waking
than weeping
over events that haven’t happened
worries cause wrinkles
grins and laughter form beautiful faces
step back
take in the view
skip a stone
make a ripple
change what you want
keep what you wish
this……. a place
this
a place
of rest
a place
to undress
your thoughts
your worries
your concerns
this
a place
where fears
frustrations & failures
are shattered
a place
of friendship
of companionship
this
a place
where ships
don’t collide
they tie together
to weather the storms
a place
where young and old unite
no fighting or conflict
they exist
with hands held out to help
and arms hug in enduring love
this
a place
where minutes aren’t counted
a place
where hours and days are spent
absorbing energy
from the ripples upon the sea
this
a place
where the feeling of flight
and escape
are grounded
the place
where vigor and vitality
find tranquility
this
a place
where when one closes
their eyes
they see more clearly
this
a place
where the universe
reaches out
and silently speaks
harvest moon meditation
did you listen
did you plant
the seed
of your intentions
did you coddle
did you care
did you practice
did you prepare
did you learn
to forget
did you learn
to forgive
did you realize
and recognize
gratitude
it is the harvest
a spiritual reaping
the time to
collect
gather
and
procure
your personal perspective
the aims
the goals
the intents
are ripe
grasp
and gather
fill your self
with purpose
with sustenance
to sustain
your body
to sustain
your spirit
it is the harvest
a reflection
there was no detection
of disillusionment
her image
concealed a collection
of rejections
an invisible wall of protection
like a suit of sheathing armor
shielding from injury
her heart
only taking so much
in disappointment
she a work
of complexities
views her imperfections
as a collaboration
of toil filled years
combined with
time
sweat
and tears
who’s counting
who’s keeping tabs
not she
relying on
inventiveness
imagination
creativity
she
unmistakably free
now able to portray
a sense of suggestiveness
her evocative side
captured in
a reflection
a woman with pride
she had a story
to tell
the words were lost
evaporated
absorbed by the universe
promising
never
to reveal
her secrets
of the heart
that had bled
that had shed
so many tears
she
never showed
never shared
she
a woman
with pride
hid her sorrows
always
with a smile
embraced each new day
she overcame
pain
Spirited Reflections
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definition of beauty
you think
i’m beautiful
really
you think
i’m beautiful
i feel rather
plain
just like
any other Jane
Ashely
or
Susan
who is really
the beauty of all
you say
beauty
is not skin deep
but mine
a rather hard shell
to break
you say
you see
deep into my eyes
into depths
which i only fantasize
you say
there is an aura
about me
that no one else
but you see
a complexity
of strength
of compassion
of sincerity
forming
a most genuine
soul
your definition
of beauty
is me