Tuesday, February 13, 2007

winter's soul


Illusions
Of late purple shadows stretching across barren patches
Of growth looking for life dormant under the blanket of biting bitter cold.
Of life and light flickering warmth from a source too far away to care.
Of ice lacey art tickling the windows until the moment the sun drives them away.

Winter's soul tricks our sensations, revealing naked truth.



Winds
Aching to fill in hiding places of the creaking crevices of human condition
Pressing and persevering....pushing back our steps to move forward.
Testing our endurance to fight off fatigue.
Teasing out loneliness found in the quiet stretches of thought.

Winter's soul sounds it's slow baritone moan, recognizing imperfection


Deep in the night,
When stars don't compete for attention
When stark thoughts feed temptation
When reflections weep a pallor of grey
When silence drives us toward God

Winter's soul offerings lead us to healing forgiveness.


Written this morning during a boring meeting....... ;)




7 comments:

The Harbour of Ourselves said...

'Winter's soul sounds it's slow baritone moan, recognizing imperfection'

blimey! that's gonna keep me awake for days

awareness said...

is that a good thing, or did i scare you? :)

urbanmonk said...

Art of the soul..Psalmistry of the highest order

paris parfait said...

Thats such a beautiful poem - and you wrote it during a meeting? Well done!

The Harbour of Ourselves said...

wisdom begins with fear - so some say - so i guess a healthy scare of imperfection ain't such a bad thing...maybe

awareness said...

wow Monk.......thanks.

Tara......Yes indeed I did. The meeting wasn't really boring actually. It was strangely intense between 4 of the attendees....since I didn't know them well or the long term dynamics (they obviously had a hate on for each other....)I took the "feeling" and wrote about it while adding my 2 centimes every now and then.

paul.......maybe.......fear can be a great levelling motivator .....maybe.....at least motivating enough to get up off the couch and cover the mirrors. :)

awareness said...

paul.........isn't it worth recognizing imperfection because of what lays behind it?

pure beauty.......in all it's formations.