Author: MiCo

I Had Forgotten

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His words float like jewels in the darkness and quiet of my heart.

We live in the warm and soft darkness together,

A darkness that is not sad or lonely, but strong and free.

I hear my heartbeats echo in the soft darkness that holds us together.

A place of emptiness but bursting with truth and love.

I would tell you more, but it is not my truth to share, it is his.

His is the only one that works.

His pointings have taken me back to a place I never left,

But a place I had forgotten existed.

Thank God it had not forgotten me.

Solitary Seclusion

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In self-imposed solitary seclusion

the so-called facts are in doubt.

It appears the spells have been lifted and forgotten,

And life has become merely withstood,

Not lived.

But why?

Why just withstood?

Why just survived?

Let’s bring back the spells.

Believe not in other’s so-called facts

But in the universal truth.

Surrender to the beauty of solitary seclusion

And rejoice in the freedom it brings

to enjoy what is,

and not what only appears to be.

Time Will Tell

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Is it really a new beginning?

Or just a start to another finish.

I suppose it could be a way to a means.

Or a means to an ending.

Or maybe just an ending to another new beginning…

Only time will tell.

Witness

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The trees outside my bedroom window are naked but
evergreens remain green to remind me of life’s continuance,
always existing just below the surface.
The trees are stark silhouettes in gray,
each branch and twig evident but asleep.
There is a silence in the wood.
A soft, comforting, sleeping silence,
a hush of reverence, a soothing of soul and
awareness hangs like smoke among the naked branches.
It is an awareness of belonging, of no doubts,
of confidence in the being and faith in the belonging.
And so they stand, the trees of winter, cold and silent,
in perfect harmony with their place and mine.
Each a witness to the other and
both a witness to the One.  

Starshine

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Translucent starshine

Fights its way through the cold.

The wind tries to push it away but can’t.

Starshine is powerful.

Its mission unstoppable but incomplete.

And despite its power to travel through the depths of the universe,

its journey of a trillion light years will end here,

Deep inside my dark brown eyes.

One Last Time

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Seashells and wave echoes

swirled and laughed in the emptiness behind my eyes.

But now I have let them go, sent them away,

unlocked the door and set them free.

The remaining empty space is vast, but quiet, and soft.

Yet never truly empty despite my best efforts

for when I’m not looking, the wave echoes return to roll around the edges of my inner space

once again.

They blend with a stillness that never stands still,

and become a part of the flow and wash in the space behind my eyes.

It is an expanding space that can hold everything and more.

More me, more us,

together in the completeness of warm love and peace.

So come my love, kick off your shoes and dance with me again.

Listen to the song of the seashells and watch…

watch the empty space fill with us and only us.

Catch the wave echoes when they come around again and

this time,

this one last time,

never

let

go.

Too Late

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Too Late

It’s too late now.

No point in trying to start over.

It is back.

Same but different.

I feel like I’m waiting.

Waiting for life to pass as children do when they play games

killing time to grow up.

Except,

I’m killing time to die.

But it’s not a sad state.

It feels normal.

A part of the progression of life.

Moving toward the end,

is smooth and well… it’s okay.

I feel sometimes like time has stopped.

My quest for life’s riches has ceased to be important and, in its place,

is a quiet resignation, a comfort.

Gratitude fills me with the knowing that all is as it should be.

There truly is a time for every purpose under heaven…