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Ignite

~ Emma ~ 1 Comment

Rely on this, put on that hat
It will make you taller, look at that
Face the moon on certain nights
The clearing is coming with great might

It’s time to be alone but with trunks
Holding up the branches, clearing funks
Time to dance beside the sea
Let the messages come and find me

Dropping away from familiar
Taking another step, not so similar
The boat rocks but there’s a railing
You feel it inside, so keep sailing

The nights feel long and lacking
Longing for substance with less cracking
The days change shape often
Bringing less odours smelling of rotten

I hate to say you may be right
That staying here will be a bit tight
To loosen and expand is honest
Extracting what you can, keeping a promise

The quiet fog sits and speaks
A murky voice with hidden squeaks
The mist exists to cover the shine
Which finds me, always just fine

How to teach me how to know
Keep coming and making a show
There’s too much now of both sides
To see so clearly what now resides

Inside my heart and my mind
A match and a log ready to bind
Ignite the fire that’s ready to burn
When the time is right, we’ll have our turn

Under That Same Tree

~ Emma ~ 1 Comment

The pause is long enough to fit,
sixteen breaths, a yawn and a rush.
The breeze pushes to accelerate,
the steps of love, the mind is mush.

Approached with care, she sits
beside the woman with gray hair.
Calmer weather now, the love
has made its way into the air.

Listening and offering warmth
the only antidote for worry,
she watches the clouds as they pass
not one of them is in a hurry.

The loving soul who was there first,
took you under her wing and did,
what we are here to do and to be,
like family we all exist under that same tree.

Movement was a bit of a struggle,
so we called for more love
to come to our aid to provide some shade,
and it was a lovely cool break to lean on a new dove.

When we are entrenched inside the light,
we know and we see so brightly it shines,
from one to another, we swim in delight,
because without the braces it can be difficult to fight.

The energy will command you to slow,
even when you are blinded inside,
the flow – it has a way you know,
to send you messages in such a way, to abide.

One more step, one more breath,
there will always be love and change,
but we are nothing without breakage
and repair to remind us of our range.

Have thanks and gratitude for the gift
of your life. We came here in search
of a human experience and to broaden our light,
to soften the blows of those, and to uplift.

The trip was short we made it home,
with the help of the three wise men,
they brought love, kindness, compassion
and supplies to help us and for that, I give them a ten.

We are all under that same tree,
waiting, watching, listening,
loving, building, dreaming, singing,
dancing and laughing; it’s all that there is, you see?

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.