Belly of a Star

my practice of compassion

Timeless

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I am but syllable broken

Into sound

Sound broken

Into memory

A retiring present

Roaming

Distant shadow lands

Erased

Cloaked in thought

‘Cross flickering flame

Of ivory light

Of birthed droplets

White

Golden foundation

Draped

Of Him

In merriment ways

Bent past the hourglass

Into inwoven eternal

I please Him

There

Leaping into my weeping

Tempered with compassion

And solidified doubt

Faith unraveled twice

Fortified in humble adobe

Brave winged essence

Harbored

Thy vessel takes courage from thine

 

As seedling plucked and planted

Scattered amongst the violet midst

Of who was and what was

Once

Still yet to be

 

 

 

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