SOARING
Above him She soars
Hovering ever so quietly
Observing all mortals in sight
Her angel eyes upon him gazing
Feeling mixed emotions from afar
Shall she land, speak, and confess
Or continue to drift along the currents
Indulging his nervousness from knowing
She is near, yet far from his touch
Near enough to this Empath
Constant exercise of control
Neither wishes to lose
Or ultimately win?
Together forever
Finally
A deep dark eyed Vision entered his life today,
Suddenly doors thought forever locked, opened,
Emotions made him shiver, trembling as before,
Hypnotized, unlocking his soul for her gaze,
Deep amber eyes like a stalking lioness staring,
Simply paralyzing him as a lone frightened prey,
Drawn into her dark hued eyes ever so deep,
Unable to resist their powerful magnetic pull,
Surrendering all possessions to her, his new Love
Tearing old walls down for her eyes of brown.
I do not pray
to escape from conflict
but rather to understand
conflict as a tool for growth.
I pray to gain
not knowledge
but insight.
My prayers reach
toward the Divine
and seek, not material gain
but rather that my soul
expands into greater receptivity.
I pray so that I can go
from what is to what
is destined to be.
To consciously endorse
and knowingly embrace
a deliberate immoral act
is to take that step into
darkness that leads to evil,
disintegration and destruction.
Be diligent, Dear Ones, that you
use free will only to embrace
powers of positive creativity
turning ever away from
the potential of using
free will destructively.
Butterfly flutters over the wall
Tugged by a rogue sea breeze
Across the rippling mud brown river.
Butterfly flutters flickering on bright wings
Across the sun-dappled water.
How long, I wonder, can butterfly wings
Beat a steady course for unknown shores
Before they crumple, weary, upon a wavetip?
Bright wings turn black with distance,
Frail silhouette, still fluttering up and down
Searching for an elusive flower
Finding only the ripe salt smell of the incoming tide.
We have all the museums,
libraries, and universities
at our fingertips, yet lack wisdom
information, books without number
yet do not know how
to love unconditionally.
It is not enough to open
our minds for it is with
our hearts that we learn
the meaning of our lives.
georgeforfun 