Song of Mourn and Star

I consider our morning, its secrets donned with weary climb. The instance mysterious before light begins, silenced, unbleached and brushed. I kneel with flute and pray out my simple portion, asking only a handful. Blushing seas in disarray aching to overtake me, the streets no longer bathed in silence and my resonance like one grain against the strand. Understanding is of no matter, our circles have begun. 

The moment abides, growing deeper into day and with Lion's prayer the notes now tangible stars,  one wish I take of peace: Shall it never list nor know illume betrayed.

Reviews

[Nisreen]

The sadness and fear
It is crippling
Is it all resolved through a prayer ?
Losing peace and slowly bathing the soul in silence

Wonderful piece

[Perdition]

Thanks so much. Never a resolution i think but I would believe rather a coexistence and hopefully one that mirrors the hour between morning and night where both our not yet alive nor dead and in that moment both understand the necessity of each and bend to bid the other a welcome place among the entirety...Least I hope so and prayers of native flute never hurt. Thanks again~

[Perdition]

*are". Not "our" not yet alive...sheesh..lol

[emmajoy]

Low walls and strong a fingertip away or.. distant heights with a sun lighting their crevices - fear or ease.. ease or dread? The search gathers moss like that rolling stone... the weight of thought, too many doubts or shudders of thrill. Perhaps, don't know. Will read again another time.

[Perdition]

Loving these thoughts and let walls be walls ..a climb is not a wall alone per say and the mourn of morning's light not of night alone. There is a moment when we are between states and parallel as in the traveler " In transit". Light travels through time and space and body and body exists through will and all with your fingertip to change...or is it? Thanks for your wonderful thoughts and again loving these thoughts!

[emmajoy]

Tis said that height, depth and width are all the same to a newborn baby... that what matter is the comfort of warmth, a gentle light and the feeling of love. We rush, in transit, as if the devil is at our heels, place to place blind in both excessive sun and moonlight. History tells us beware of things we know little about for fear of being nipped in the person! Too many thoughts, perhaps!

[Perdition]

Yet warmth, food and the feeling of love is the first communication sought between mother and child. We only rush if we are in a hurry and we hurry normally to warmth, gentle light and a feeling of love, or away from fear which is to say the same. History says survive and evolve and learn from our mistakes...all the worst of history has lead us to this very moment and so we continue.

[emmajoy]

History says, has been saying, will say all manner of things, but, how many listen, how many learn from those yesterdays? Each and ever day is a Dawning, to be used however the will dictates. But, who bothers to perfect the already perfect.. knowing that it might be shattered by someone else's whim. Peace, never list nor be betrayed? If only..

[Perdition]

Loving the passion!

[emmajoy]

I'm so sorry, i've been sworn to silence cos of a sore throat, compensating by trashing other people's space with letters!! Will stop now.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I want to warrior on....but oh that want has crucified me so. Fear is such a wall to climb......my harsh went from yellow to orange but flames still burn to hot to fling open the door. I don't even know if silence and prayer has helped...

[Perdition]

Then end the crucifixion and face your wall with warrior soul, dig a tunnel and forget the climb or wait for your helicopter...It's yours to will. Thanks as always Queenie. and smiles!

[Perdition]

And yes you do know...you hold the candle to your own perception and it keeps you alive and that is all that matters in this realm that runs in passion of the wars of life. Morning has arrived Queenie and you are alive and asking questions..that makes you a warrior of your own will.

[Alisa Js]

Hello again from across the way,

This one brings to mind, thoughts that scamper by on certain nights, when all is quiet... maybe too quiet. If I close my eyes, I can almost see the images as they dance across my mind's eye and I find myself wondering...

What if?

Following that question with all the possible outcomes brings me to another chapter I may or may not ever reveal.

Thanks for sharing this thought provoking piece.

Until the next time...

Alisa ;-)

[Perdition]

Quite the insightful writer you evolved into. I am gaining a wonderful appreciation for the new hand and soul..Thanks you~

[Alisa Js]

You are very welcome. Looking forward to ....

Alisa ;-)