never-ending story

paper thoughts

bridging shores

thin walls

minding laws

feeling words

killing small

stretching tight

crawling floors

flavour some

prickle tongue

mooring craft

tiding seas

sliding glass

shaking trees

sugar leaves

falling past

rustling grass

sleeping girls

moving ships

sorting worlds

mountain tips

separate thoughts

blending fire

stitching wire

flexing higher

burning broader

fearling further

freeing yes

touching eyes

holding breast

underneath the rolling plain exit now start again

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your gaze

what you see is what you are

what if it was true that to focus on pain meant you caused more of it …..

 

what if your gaze was the moon

and your heart the ocean

your feet like two brown bears

dusted and beautiful

rubbing through earth

scratching and tasting

swimming like mulch-snakes through the forest

earthbound but free

 

what if your yesterday was his tomorrow

and invisible starfish clung to the wise man’s back

 

we don’t know

but what if you shifted your perspective

from I

and instead for a moment to we

to love

what if you reached up

and felt the cells of the universe sliding down your arm

what if

what if

you existed for ever

and your gaze was the moon………

?

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Touch Echo

sounds

the unique clicking and pressing

all things

against each other

the clever intimate grinding

a light intuitive noise

hardly waiting

gravel crunching

no fear

no hesitation

a natural pop, clap, whisper and weave

two forms meeting

a zen uniting

skin of one form beguiling

a tapping flickering

glance

a crisp connection

fleeting

a clandestine romance

kissing

peeling off

swiftly departing

no investment

perfect union

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Silver – Walter de la Mare

I must re blog this beautiful piece of poetry by Leroy Watson, I am deeply touched and humbled xxxx

Riding effortlessly on a large green turtle

Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in silver feathered sleep
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.

Dedicated to Arna, the wonderful Silver Poet, who’s first poetry book is available.  Arna is a beautiful poet and superb artist.  I feel very lucky to have Arna in this blogsphere and multi-dimesional mystery –

“I deeply love and believe we are not a multitude at all, but one massive beast of pure conscious awareness.” The Silver…

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morning

light from the cockatoo dawn

dances on my chest

maybe it has been absorbed

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Lovebreath

the invisible being claps it’s feet

rubbing them into

soft

woollen

stories

a magic carpet….

cat says yes

if you want for touch

just ask and i will send my lovebreath

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My Poetry Book

The Sun is in My Mouth

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I would like to let you know that my first ACTUAL paper poetry book is now available

here on >  AMAZON 

I am a little flushed with pleasure

do excuse me 😉

love

Arna

yes…. the SUN IS IN MY MOUTH

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