Artwork courtesy of Brent Funderburk
Up in the clouds
Bubbling with enthusiasm
Floating on the laughter of the wind
Encased in a gleaming globe of florescence
I begin the slow descent back to earth
Whether it is a change for the better,
or a change for good, or both, and more,
this transformation I am undergoing
has required the best in me,
and I surrender unto it.
I surrender unto love,
unto a love my heart knows well.
So well, my intellect scarcely understands
the heart’s acknowledgements.
My will followed this directional change,
as if it knew the heart better than I,
and I am willingly losing my grip for first love.
– Uncle Tree
Originally posted on Pensuality:
The Cranberries are my favorite group in all the universe.. I need to be shown direction.. I need the key to unlock mysteries.. Don’t you? I need what my heart has always known was there.. I love someone more than I felt possible..Is life bizarre or what? When within the blink of an eye things can change in your life.. Do you stand in awe or astounded.. ? I do.. Especially when one moment in time I see something that catches my eye.. Knowing that I will be changed profoundly and oh so beautifully..
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Stealing a glance under my branch,
I spied a green-eyed lady,
as if, by Chance, or Fate’s romance,
she found me cool and shady.
I heard her sigh for times gone by,
her breath grew slow and steady.
I knew not why, but in her cry,
old tears stood at the ready.
Releasing all, the rain did fall
on ruddy roots and timber.
Like thunder calls that break down walls;
like leaves turn in September.
Many humans ago,
a solid-state baton passed on
to the second generation of children.
Now, our children pass on a rolled up scroll
that houses nothing less than the emptiness of Soul.
It is chock-full of science, knowledge, reason, and logic,
but totally void of meaning and a common sense of direction.
Spirit forms in the mist
tumbling and rolling and splashing
I Am The Creator
Lord One Of The Universe
In the twilight ~ West Sun’s daughter
photon dancing on the water
At the center of it All
In the midst of every rainbow
the one World Axis — blacker than black
Deeper than Deepak
~ Insidious Dark Matter ~
from which there is no escape
Only the light of day remains
In clutches of color
we spin and risk