Spectral Continuum

A rolling wave ascending up mocha sand, revealing discombobulated sea dwellers and pretty stones.

A distraction, just for a few seconds, from the crushing truth that only Stillness can reveal.

I see it so clearly: all that has been, and all that will be, is Now.

Concurrent dimensional planes bypassing one another on a messy spectral continuum.

A sea of forces so vast and unknowable that it may take 1000 lifetimes to understand.

And maybe I don’t want to.

Because to really see something for what it is? That can be a big disappointment.

Yet I still watch, transfixed by an endless search for meaning.

Photo by Brian Jamie

Don’t Just Do Something, Sit There.

They say we’re supposed to be grown, but why do I feel like a child? Looking out the window, searching for something exciting, something new. All the while apathetic to the gorgeous present moment, standing at the edge of a moutain waiting for the wind to blow.

You say I’m supposed to be healed, but the pain is still there. Festering until the valve gets opened again. And still, the sun shines, hand-in-hand we spin in its late-day glow, interlocked, even if in a dream.

I say I’m supposed to be more like you. Like an open book with no cover, no shield, and free for all to see. Yet when the quiet comes and the urge to move nudges, I sit still and feel it all, inviting the thunderstorms with open arms, because only after can the sun shine.

Photo by: Lydia Vycitalova

Celestial Bodies

Open your Eyes and Truly See
My Inner Flame
My Sunrise
Once Extinguished by Shattered Expectations
My Soul
On the Mend
Craving to be Ignited
If I Let you in
Never Cease
To Obliterate my Walls
Until there’s nothing left but You
And our Celestial Bodies