Seeing Peace

mandala of love (from one of our wedding photos)

like pouring love
over an open field
 
or making hot tea
made of comfort
 
finding moss
made of patience
 
an elixir of innocence
in freshly-fallen snow
 
like the sun turning
flitting leaves to gold
 
like a hug that
changes the world
 
we make our way there
through here and now,
 
tinting what we find
with our aspirations,
 
inflecting these with
our every action,
 
so that we can see hope
so that we can touch peace. – TS

Joy to Fear to Love

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The palpitating in our hearts is fear.
The shaking of our limbs is shock.
The knots in our neck are frozen indecision.
The tension in our shoulders is the weight of the world.
The constriction in our throats is helplessness.
The ache in our joints is the control we never had.

And yet, it is also this.

The look on our faces is hope.
The glimmer in our eyes is joy.
The smile on our faces is optimism.
The daydreaming we do is for a good tomorrow.
The bond between us is our link to the future.
The hands reaching out to everyone else is love.

And it is not as easy as making the choice.
But it is as simple as accepting them both.- TS

The First of Spring

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a flutter, a kiss

a hummingbird

singing to the breeze

it glides upon

 

a caress, a giggle,

skin coming alive

under what feels daily

like a brand new sun

 

a wink, a smile,

the sparkle in your eye

as you sprint and laugh,

awakening from deep slumber

 

a wish, a hope, a dream,

these are what emerge

along with the sprightly buds

heralding the first of spring. – TS

 

 

The Gold

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moving slowly around
circumnavigating holes
the contents of which
have been pined and longed for,
taking tender first steps
not for the first time,
but again and again
 
(the nature of hope)
 
circling like a tiger might
or a lioness around her prize
with the patience of still waters
or a growing moon
for the time that gaps fill
and mysteries reveal
and what is believed is seen. – TS

The Other Side of Darkness

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I close my eyes
and the darkness
reverberates in my head,
consuming the anticipation
that leaps playfully in the sun,
flapping like clothes in the breeze
on a midsummer’s day.
 
The darkness enfolds
as darkness can ably do,
in not letting up, in laying bare
its breadth and expansion,
unlike the clothes in the breeze,
the chasm deep, void and still,
fear’s restless homeland.
 
I squeeze my eyes shut,
and the landscape changes
to a show of spectral colors
not veiling the darkness within
but assuring: we are always
here to meet you. We are always
where your journey goes. – TS