Weightless we stirred ashes with our hands


Weightless are our holy words
with breaths from owlish darkness
our swooning shoulders cannot move
without thought, without poetry

We bury our fingers in the inner voice
to bring up the alchemy of water
where our empty body is pure energy
We scatter ourselves, moving light

with the serenity of our minds
we run through gates of sunshine
to find the words that move us
from brightness to blindness

Weightless, we are a unity of undoing
creating on seven strings the pillars of salt
that will crease the page as a pure sky
with wings of fire and gentle radiance
our words were meant to pour the oil of care.

Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Winter-in-the-Overberg-407174930

10 thoughts on “Weightless we stirred ashes with our hands

  1. Stunning. I do so love reading your poetry. Is it too cheeky to ask you whether you would be willing to write one for Project R? I don’t know if you have ever been asked to write “on demand”, but the theme of relationships seems to run through most of the poems you share, and it would be wonderful if were given the opportunity to share one with my viewers too.
    In any case, thank you for writing and for being part of my daily sunshine and rain x

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