blue-storm-encounters: September 2014

2014-09-29

Litany of departure [triptych]

2014-09-26

СПАСИиСОХРАНи

"The wound is the place where the Light enters you." - Rumi

2014-09-24

Fractal [e]scapes III

"There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in." ― Leonard Cohen

2014-09-23

I bow to the spirits before me

Happy "Southward" Equinox!

Welcome Fall 2014!

2014-09-22

The river runs wild

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The river runs wild, takes my breath away. ~

2014-09-21

Lips that spell secrets

Beware these lips! They speak [of] deep secrets.
For there is a cryptic hint in the name
I once was given to ― Tanya : tayna, тайна (secret).

I cast my prayers in hot stone
toss them in the well at dawn, to be answered by the age-
old callings of your heart, my dearest
in one extraordinary sacramental offering ―
a thousand sizzling kisses, eternity long[ed].

2014-09-19

Swallows

When love goes silent, it is a deafening sound ―
that chases the swallows away.

2014-09-18

Half a life away

Proposition for Throwback Thursday :
Half a life ago, left half the globe away

does it still equate to One, and the same?

2014-09-17

The Mare

2014-09-16

Snapped between the downpours

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Torrential downpours, every other day

2014-09-14

The apple tree is blooming

The apple tree is blooming in mid-September ―
a single unexpected brave blossom at the far end of summer
amidst the yellowing leaves, ripe apples scattered under the tree.
"It is going to be a harsh winter," the elders say these days and worry,
make every house stock up on food ― seasoned produce, fresh fruit, wine.
Corn, hay, dry wood. Then unwittingly shake their wise frosted heads
for the snow to begin falling. Soon, perhaps. Quietly, as if
from an ancient chant of promised love, long[ed]-
lasting hope, perseverance.