Life So Real ~ Poetry: communion

Sunday, February 8, 2009

communion

she sings to him her song so sweet
a cadence of sultry earthen beat
whispering winds respond in time
his caress embodies devotion sublime
creating a symphony of rustling leaves
euphonic ovation from the trees
cascading lightly from above
crashing upon the shores of love
she eagerly awaits with fervent desire
to feel the energy of his thunderous fire
redeemed by each electric kiss
cleansed and renewed in magnetic bliss
natural harmony allows spirit to shine
communion of earth and sky divine

the journey of poetry

"...a spiritual journey is a lot like a poem. You don't merely recite a poem or analyze it intellectually. You dance it, sing it, cry it, feel it on your skin and in your bones. You move with it and feel its caress. It falls on you like a teardrop or wraps around you like a smile. It lives in the heart and the body as well as the spirit and the head."

Sue Monk Kidd
When the Heart Waits

the journey of words...

sometimes they come as a gift; the words flowing into my mind at odd moments and i'm forced to repeat them over and over until i can quickly write them down on scraps of paper. it's like they're so excited to be discovered that they write themselves and i am just the vessel through which they become manifest...

and other times it's like a game of hide and seek. they give me a clue, an idea, but the harder i try to find them, the more they elude me. they want to be found, but they enjoy the game. and so i wait patiently, catching glimpses of them here and there. Until one day, maybe weeks or months later, they are comfortable enough to come out of hiding, finding the perfect moment to create themselves...