equinox

by Shannondoah

i did not forget

the equinox

threshold 

we rise upon,

meeting

our starlight

destinies,

in this moment.

awakening to

night dreams and

to a key...

beloved of

all the beloveds,

sweet beloved

my love.

ancient timelines,

blue roses

keepers of

truths...

enlightened

expansion,

we are one.

someday

by Mary Oliver

‘Someday’

Even the oldest of the trees continues its wonderful labor.

Hummingbird lives in one of them.

He’s there for the white blossoms, and the secrecy.

The blossoms could be snow, with a dash of pink.

At first the fruit is small and green and hard.

Everything has dreams, hope, ambition.

If I could I would always live in such shining obedience

where nothing but the wind trims the boughs.

I am sorry for every mistake I have made in my life.

I’m sorry I wasn’t wiser sooner.

I’m sorry I ever spoke of myself as lonely.

Oh, love, lay your hands upon me again.

Some of the fruit ripens and is picked and is delicious.

Some of it falls and the ants are delighted.

Some of it hides under the snow and the famished deer are saved.

star gazer

by Shannondoah

star gazer 

moon lover

galactic traveler

i can feel

you through 

the sun

strumming that

guitar

read between

these lines

look behind

all my words

each direction

above and below

amidst all my

rain and

all your snow

our hearts

found each other

did you know?

feel me strong

ocean wave passion

spirit wind calling

tides guiding, gliding

you this way

woodland sound

homeward 

bound

guess it

by Antonio Machado (Spain)

Between living and dreaming

      there is a third thing.

                 Guess it.

sacred moon

by Shannondoah

sacred moon, 

sacred heart

eclipse of, 

my love

lights up, 

my soul

where ever you

are

it’s where ever

i’ll go

eternal understanding

love will bring

us together

how did we

ever get

this far apart

full moon

awakens

and 

remembers

all that we’ve

forgotten

so many lifetimes

feels like

we’re just 

swimming the seas

of mystery

however i do

know, i’ll be

wherever you go

heart to heart

we’re never apart

silence

by Rumi

Persia (Afghanistan)

Listen, if you can stand to.

Union with the Friend means not being who you’ve been,

being instead silence: A place: A view

where language is inside seeing.

finding

by Shannondoah

in the searching

there is the 

losing

in the finding

there is the

gaining

the loss of

you

gifted me

with the

finding

of myself