Saturday, April 28, 2012

Open Spaces

I move 
From black and white
To color
From rigid
To flowing free

From close boundaries
To limitless possibilities

I delight in mystery
An open, spacious sky
Welcomes my eager gaze

There's magic


Sadness still visits
Muffled, dark whispers,
Heaviness in my chest 
Alone with self
I sit

Now I know
There is no threat
Dark fog is just that.

Memories, habits
Transient shadows
Apparently thick
Yet without substance
The solid
Beautiful, true
What is

I observe
And acknowledge
My soul's suffering.
I embrace and love
All that is me

As I walk this rich and beautiful road
Whose end is known