Center of all centers, core of cores,
almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet–
all this universe, to the furthest stars
all beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit.

Now you feel how nothing clings to you;
your vast shell reaches into endless space,
and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow.
Illuminated in your infinite peace,

a billion stars go spinning through the night,
blazing high above your head.
But in you is the presence that
will be, when all the stars are dead.

~Rilke Maria Rainer

These red and golden dreams so fresh breeze by,
And then they help my worry to decrease.

Sweet stars a glowing in the sky so dark,
They shine and give an everlasting light,
Their winks to me give out a brilliant spark,
My frown does fade; I see their love so bright.

Sweet sunsets grace the heavens in a breath,
And sweep smooth paint across the sky so blue,
To make a fantasy so free from death,
The colors of delight perfect my view.

The beauty of nature each day is grand;

My heart does dance with warmth upon the land.

~Janna M. Landry

As You
Let go
Of control
And are no longer
Frozen in time
The joy of your being
Will return like the serenity of nature
Melting mountain snow
To be once again
In the spring
Of the
Eternal
Flow
For
Forever
Frets not
To and fro
As it is only love which it knows
And in your silence
It is there
Where you
Will
Go
~ Silent lotus

Obstacles can’t stop you.
Problems can’t stop you.
Most of all,
Other people can’t stop you.
The Only one who stops you
is yourself. ~Posted by Rishika Jain

This river knows nothing but her name
She is the hard blue muscle
That pumps blood into the mouth of morning,
The woman who sits at the edge of sorrow
Grafting time into the shape of a clay pot or reed basket,
Insatiable with longing and filled with the ovaries of stars,
The mind of all things drawn to silt and sludge,
To pools and ferns.

Currents streak her back with a name that means dreaming fish
Where ripples of reed ducks and water rats pattern hieroglyphs
Against her wide green thighs.
She is the water that we shed as tears, scooped up by the hands of night
And poured into the throat of day, turquoise and lapis, emerald and jade.
The moon hums against her skin. Continue reading →