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Icebergs in the Sky

~ Emma ~ 1 Comment

Icebergs in the sky catch my eye.
Floating and waiting, holding a lie.
The stillness of the air, deeply I sigh.
Shrinking, melting, I wonder why.

The hue reveals the truth.
I think about needing less proof.
The configuration is confusing so I climb to the roof.
Higher I sit above the ground, I am a sleuth.

It is inevitable, their disappearance like Houdini.
Magic and foolery I suppose, wiggly like linguini.
Tiny tricks and silent blips, much like a genie.
Up here it is not too cold, it’s even slightly steamy.

The birds sit across from me and we chat.
They tell me facts and funny, so I put on a new hat.
The cackle and laughter a joyful moment at that.
Looking below now, it feels nice sitting here alone, but I miss my cat.

The whisper of today gives me away.
The trees, the sky, the breeze, the sun and its single ray,
shines brightly through my skin, onto my hair, which is now turning a little bit gray.
To love the sight below, above and beside me is to know how to leave and when to play.

Nourishment from solitude replenishes all hunger.
I wonder if I sat here all night, would I hear thunder?
Would I see lightning shoot across the sky, I wonder.
How long until my cozy spot here up high forces me under.

There is nothing to do, nothing to say, nothing to hear.
Except to see outside and see inside through my soul so dear.
The light is less now, I must climb down off this perch and quash the fear.
But sitting here in silence, I see the icebergs have disappeared.

Deep breath in, I close my eyes and remember your face.
The lines the way they were, your eyes the way they are, your hair the way it holds such grace.
The sight of you inside my mind, the delicate features of your heart, I don’t need to chase.
Because here you are, staring at me, smiling and enjoying this beautiful, lovely little place.

A Certain Kind of Solitude

~ Emma

A certain kind of solitude my soul requires.
Silent but full of sound. Quietly loud.
A way for the mind to rest among raging fires.
The burden of people, is it shameful? I am sometimes not proud.

Proud I am though of what I know of what I need.
It’s simple and beautiful and kind and uncluttered.
It’s pure, honest, a chosen loneliness, my good deed.
The seagulls arrive, the crows walk with me, the wings they are fluttered.

Water is a sacred vessel, a portal, a connection to the divine.
My spirit swims and dances and forges a path against the grind.
Leave your words inside, don’t clutter my mind, I resign.
Hydrated with silence, not isolation, not fearful avoidance, but a found that I always find.

To watch the leaves, to sing with the sea, to listen to animals.
Have you heard the voice of an orca, the greeting of a feline, the dialogue of a goose?
The creatures that delight us, teach us, need us, require so minimal.
When you strip it down, let it go, stop asking, stop waiting, stop talking, stop needing, that’s the juice.

Take a walk, call yourself on the phone, talk to her, listen to her, be her hero.
A certain kind of solitude holds no mystery, no questions, requires no logic.
To share and bring forth the gifts from within: abandon the recipe, begin with zero.
Depletion is mended by repletion from the elements, the true magic.

Do not tell me when you have never been keen. You can never know what has never been.
Push to fill a space and a hole that was never meant to be filled.
The hole is beauty, it’s sacrifice, it’s bold, it’s a story that is deserved to be seen.
The comfort in a space so vibrant, so sure, so opposing, it is warm and never chilled.

No more apologies, time to raise the vibration and take the leap.
The song my heart sings breaks the heart of the ones who’ve tried to listen.
Leave me to my open windows, breezes, sunsets, cats, books, my friends who help me sleep, the sheep.
Caring so deeply, giving so much, my heart knows nothing but to glisten.

But for that I need to awaken, to rest my feet, to hear less the opinion.
To be surrounded by clouds and tides, less footsteps and pride.
The device is soon to be forgotten, but I am still a civilian.
Inside a place where fog meets ship, clear the passage, I do not hide.

Nurtured by Nature

~ Emma

You came by today and it was so good to see you.

When you touched me I felt your energy,
the warmth of your soul.

There were many others around but it just felt like us two.

As I looked down, you looked up,
we smiled and we were whole.

Many years together now, today was an important day.

My branches sheltered you and you
took the power.

Invigoration, strength and courage I smelled in your blood, it was a splay.

Your face, the sweetest sight not even the rain
could give a more beautiful shower.

You’ve been a victim too many times, but I’m right here, in between the sea and the silence.

I’ll never leave, and you know that. I’m always here when you come
and I’m standing stronger because you visit me.

When you arrived today again, I was grateful because I felt our special alliance.

There are many stories ahead for you, there are plenty of souls waiting,
you hear their plea.

You acknowledge me every time like it’s our very first meeting, and the aliveness I feel from your presence is purifying and thrilling.

Next time you could stay longer if you’d like, you could wrap your arms around me
and our souls could ignite, that’d be nice.

I could transfer some of my vibration and my deepest wisdom into your veins
and we could see together, the secrets of the future.

You’re always welcome here, I’ll always wait for you, my eyes will open
wider with glee when you approach.

Let’s keep listening to the birds and the breeze together and watch the others buzzing by.

When you’re here, life makes more sense, it’s where you’re supposed to be,
it’s where I am, it’s where we meet and where the Universe begins to listen and coordinate.

Our power together cannot compare, the truths we hold don’t match other realms.

We can choose, we can see, we can breathe, and we can be still,
strong, alone and very free…together.

Thank you for coming today, what a treat. Will you come tomorrow?
It’s ok if you don’t, be free and I’ll wait