Such maddening, stifling stillness.
A silence that hushes the world like a blanket.
The birds and insects quieted in daylight,
A thickness of the atmosphere that dulls
Even the whispers of the trees.
A wind the breath of a hundred demons,
An exhalation of victory and triumph,
A thunderous fanfare of the spirits of air;
And it started to rain.
01 February 2018
Be here now. Live it. Feel it. Be it.
Because it too shall pass and this time won't come again.
Every hill is a foothold to a mountain. Every storm is a prelude to a sunny day. Every heartbreak is an introduction to the strength of your soul.
Every note needs to be followed by another to make music.
For years, she slept. Her petals curled tightly around her, a silent velvet cocoon that held her close inside, softened by shadows, muted by silence.
And then the rains came, unrelenting. Tears fell from the sky to stain her cloak, soak her skin. Until she could stand no more.
And she began to unfurl....
It begins like a dream,
Something vague, subtle, quiet,
A thought, just a thought,
Turning round on itself
Growing in power
Chanted in the echoing chambers
Of the mind,
Until it is resonating, like a bell,
Like a chorus of bells,
Tolling over and over.
Just a thought.
Just a word.
Just a name.
14 January 2018
And I lay down, to sleep, to dream, of icy rivers sunk in caverns so deep, the waters were black; of shadows that hovered in the rock, whispering my name as I drifted past; of soft, haunting cries that came from above, so high, so out of sight, I knew not what called.... and I dreamed, seemingly endlessly swept along in the cold, echoes and ghosts dogging my passage, like weary voices on the wind...