(c)JenniferHillman

(c)JenniferHillman

 

The power in words
spoken and unspoken

Those in-between spaces of breath and voice

Like Silence’s kissing the soul in reverence

Of joy and the misery

Balancing realms of imagination and illusion

That fine line of truth and experience

As smiles turn to laughter into tears of trust

Embracing the moment of awe external
yet living within the internal being of everything
being coy, shy and the mystery
wisdom sneaking out of the cells and atoms

A wink or was just a blink?
Magic comes in all forms

Like the touch of a raindrop rolling down your face
or was a tear releasing your fears

Sensing the divine mystic brilliance expanding and exploring
in spaces you didn’t know existed

Those hidden pockets within those in-between spaces
of breath and being

Deeper than the depth of shallow doings

Connection of stardust and mirroring colors streaming

Across the night sky
and opening the way for the sunbeams blazing

Vibrate, jittery pulse sauntering presence.

Words rambling with the oneness knowing

The passing of transparency glare of reflections
of nature and love’s devotion

Sipping the moonbeams in heated tea or coffee,
like the mystery lingering
among the tree branches dancing in the breeze.

Grounding again in Mother Nature’s sweet embrace
and returning to center

Intact; more than whole. ~jh

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