Stars tumble down never fixed to their place the sky grows empty with the years as each angelic light crashes to the ground below stars tumble down shifting fortunes and constellations and humanity is lost without any northern star to guide us angels fall the heavens cannot hold them from that endless velvety darkness they … Continue reading Stars Tumble Down
Mysticism
Winds in the East #MondayBlogs
Photo by Mostafa Ft.shots on Pexels.com Winds in the East #MondayBlogs When the die has been cast and the world catches up the shift moves to rapid pace in an impending goosestep the winds in the East push to wipe the slate clean of every dissent and blemish to create the blank canvas the art … Continue reading Winds in the East #MondayBlogs
We Will Meet Again #MondayBlogs
We will meet again on those open fields beneath the sapphire skies of another world our strides towards each other confident and joyful a reunion of those who were never lost to each other those the time apart ran far too long somewhere in that other world another you lives on as you were meant … Continue reading We Will Meet Again #MondayBlogs
Portal #MondayBlog
Portal We open the door to what we cannot see the mystical otherworld that hides within our ancient knowledge we welcome higher energy elevated thoughts invoking the storms to wash away the darkness we step over the threshold into our faith overcoming the limits of the modern world - Caroline A. Slee
The Unanswered Question
It's never just the single unanswered question but a stream of wonderings that flow through my mind during those witching hours that see me awake and thoughtful but who can answer what will never be spoken except to empty rooms and silent stairs I wait for an answer that will never come left on my … Continue reading The Unanswered Question
The Hidden Spaces
You can be found in the hidden spaces just beyond the curve of the mountain road just within the green flash where the sunset meets the sea you continue in the hidden spaces tucked within my heart a conversation that has not ended - Caroline A. Slee
The Return of Spring
The sun stays up far too late for early risers who like the quiet the return of spring sends the owl away from the mountain as the geese journey home seeking cooler air while the doves chatter to each other on the treetops just beginning new leaves our nights become a strange journey with omens … Continue reading The Return of Spring
Maritime
Maritime A ghost ship sails a voyage through fog and time a glimpse before vanishing into its own mystery while the land carries her ghosts from the smear of remembered violence echoes of battles and the lost the maritime call of death's dark frost rolling over the surface of the waves haunting those who remember … Continue reading Maritime
Blood and Mud
Blood and Mud The lines are not clean no clear space between the black and the white but a muddy chaos rising in the blood talking heads would tell you there is one sole path one sole faith to guide every step denying the many names of gods turning their backs on empathy and love … Continue reading Blood and Mud
Blind Mountain
Blind Mountain The proverbial mustard seed did not transform the hatred of hearts into anointed souls though it could have given half the chance The mountain still stands unmoved, impossible for what they profess as love has been a curse a civil war between neighbors rather than the sole commandment They speak hatred and preach … Continue reading Blind Mountain