I am being re-woven
by invisible threads
shifting, flowing,
rattling my core.
Cells flake away, fresh ones stir
replenishing this body
that houses my being.
I am releasing my hold on
time, sequence, expectation,
drifting away from the confines
of daytime doing
immersing into landscapes of dreams, totems, guides
vibrant and alluring
calling me, nudging me
pulling me into rich textures
of mud and twine,
encircled by firey blossoms,
green spirally shells,
gatherings of rooted feet
igniting the flame
of my imagination.
I am longing
to decipher the code of
eagles and otters,
pods of mermaids
floating to silent melodies
toward the source of
light – wholeness-worlds
below the shimmery
surface of things.
Not depressing!
Patricia – had to giggle at your comment ‘specially when taken in context to your comment on Iris’s last post – very succinct
I think my favourite line is “pulling me into rich textures of mud and twine” – very not depressing!
Theres a sreect about your post. ICTYBTIHTKY
I’m impressed! You’ve managed the almost ipomsibsle.