Compassion

Compassion tilts the heart, until ready to pour.

Saturday, 8 March 2025

Mid-Yawn

 When the seasons divide bringing air to rush

mouths to halt mid-yawn at thunder's clatter;

As energy subsides to fear of morning's hush,

winding limbs recoiling causing dreams to shatter.


When ordained skies move as one with the earth,

in that second when all is in view on life's horizon;

Laid bare, caressed of hope transparent, undisturbed;

In that brief interlude, in that copse of heaven smiling.


That is when our bond lives outside of earthly realm.

That is where our love is molten gold and shining ..

Where shadows sweep and search high for our gem;

There is our sacred altar where our hearts lay as diamonds.


It is such a good feeling to know that to describe a feeling in a certain way can bring another person to complete understanding and recognition. The best part is knowing we are united with humility.


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