Spiritual

Eagle

The storm is past. Perhaps it was Too brief. The cloud that belts the forehead Of the eagle by the shore, said To be bird of Zeus, has Become an urn of sleep; it pours

"life breaths"

"one breath, many lives, many breaths, one life." `t. imaan tretchicovmanicova 30mar10 copyright © 2010

Let It Be.

There Will Be An Answer!

Enlightenment?

I’ve come to sell the planet Earth How many secrets is it worth?

Projection 3 - Fallen arrows

it’s a mirror of your memory – all memory is fallen arrows, like the trees in showered, stopped arrays, heads rooted into the black ground, serried in the bank, the edge,

If it was not for the wind

If it was not for the wind I would be there in spirit Somewhere—embodied If it was not for the seas Volcanic ashes, tirelessly Mounting and moaning, Ever inwardly, groaning I would be there

An Open Letter To Him

I am the disaster that you created, You gave me the perfectest form An exquisite exterior, But an ugly soul You gave me a weak heart And you tempt me with your sinful creations

"enchained and unmasked"

... with quirt and chain and similar signs the blurr-ed lines undermine.

Saturday Sonnet: Meditation

It’s true, I am a mess in certain ways, Unstable in my tides of joy and grief, But I am satisfied in the belief I own the grain to feed the mill of days.

Jesus mentality

A real description of my real sweet love Jesus