Spiritual

The Life Between

Am I between?
Reams of white waiting to be touched by colour.
The ink of souls, a screen with the word ‘Title’
Asks to frame a life in a question and answer.

The stroke of a brush, seeking to speak
What cannot be said with the few words humanity grasps at.

The twang and twinge of a string strung across wood
Nailed ungracefully, chimes take symphonic stock
Of days and nights where empty and full are nothing and everything
We are between.

We want to know who and why we are, and all we are is breath
Between life and death.

IW

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Walk forward into far

Creep tide take my hand
Till time abides this never
Fallen down in farthest realm,
Somewhere’s  darkest shore –

Cling under dusk grey sun;
Lay in forget-me-not blue;
Stand up, right, on morns star;
Walk forward into far –

Come undone, become, now come
Take nothing that’s not yours.
Hold everything, green, red or gold
Within your womb of old make peace
For fates hand turns, your life’s time-piece.

IW

Find

It’s all around
In the air, on the ground.
Be strong, be bold
Be gentle, be kind.
All that you are
Spirit, body, and mind
Bring you to seek
All you will find.     ~IW~