East of the sun,
In an oasis of sunlit dreams,
Of ocean and waves, spray and mist,
South of the moon,
In a cosmos of stellar and moonlight,
Of astral and silver, gleam and glitter,
West of the golden earth,
In lovers bathes,
Streams and gullies, taverns and springs,
North of the artic stars,
In a snowflake of mirrored hearts,
Of flurry and sleet, winter and solstice,
Our love in a castle,
Of silver and gold,
Of sun and shade,
Of heat and cold,
Of rivers and oceans,
Our love runs bold.
You run from me,
You who have showered me with light and warmth.
In Summer’s fullness was I nourished by your glow,
But now I must provide this warmth myself.
The glow must be found within my heart,
The light within my spirit.
When next we meet in Summer’s glory,
I will wiser be.
Till then I take your light inwardly with me.©
I watch the wind weave through the lush long grass. Each stem and its leaf dance in harmony with the others; all of them together are participating in pattern creation of endless possibilities. Suddenly the breeze notices me and ruffles my hair. It tickles my face and sweeps the hair over my eyes, I turn around and it turns with me. I turn again and the wind does the same…I realize, it’s playing with me, making me dance like it does with the grass and the clouds above in the sky, and I smile. The wind confirms my thoughts by gently breathing my hair away from my eyes, so I can see into the distance. I inhale, and take the breeze into my lungs, it spreads through my veins into my heart like liquid gold, and I feel it in my soul. Oh, God, it’s beautiful, thank you.
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Who needs cable when you have the moon & its counterparts??
Just saw the biggest, brightest shooting star of my life that skied over half the sky…
scenes like this will forever imprint the chambers of my mind…
like a beautiful dream, is this not the deepest dream there is?
within dirty streets
dreams are dreamt
warmth and fullness
hearth and home
of love and peace
on luxurious vessels
dreams are dreamt
false for truth
end of longing
for love that’s real
in suburban homes
dreams are dreamt
no want for all
a world united
by common threads
Matthew – 2015
© 2015 This Mortal Flesh
this morning we had to be up at (early enough to capture this stunning sunrise) to get to yet another doctor’s appointment. (it’s been one of those weeks.)
since we were up, though, we made the most of it. we stopped at a local bakery and grabbed some treats; headed down to the Cleveland Metroparks and enjoyed the best time of year here, which is the beautiful month of September.
felt a little like a fairy, traipsing about in this loveliness.
“If I had a day that I could give you
I’d give to you the day just like today
If I had a song that I could sing for you
I’d sing a song to make you feel this way”
john denver said it best.
I hear people say this all the time. 99% of the time, I’m pretty sure it’s sarcasm. For instance, when my (now former) boss would answer her phone; and in response to what I imagine was the standard, “How are you today?” inquiry she would reply, “Oh, you know, livin’ the dream.”
“I’d rather be anywhere but here.”
I’ve had a dream for many years, and after years of talking about it and pinning pins on Pinterest and posting posts on Facebook about how great it would be, I’m finally going to Live It.
We leave next week in a new road worthy vehicle (ok, a used Honda Element) that we’re going to spend time modifying into a camper / van. Then we’ll hit the road and start chasing the 70 degree weather while hitting as many National Parks as humanly possible.
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