~ Before Human Thought ~

Imagine this earth before any living today can speak of.
It is the elements that have always been.
Mountains eroding slowly to the beach as grains of sand.
Imagine this earth as it was before.
When the air has an unrealized fragrance .
When birds awoke to the same sun, nightingales sang lullabies under a moonlit sky.
Waves washed ashore seeding another beachhead with treasures from a distant land.
The stars in the skies were farther.
Life moved with this rhythm becoming with the dark then waking with light reaching into the blue .
And here I sit writing a thought of spirit not a philosophy.
There were eclipses seen by the tall grasses, they seeded back into their earth, their meadow sent a collective wave of colour to an evening of stars.
Then somewhere a lake reflecting a world speaks of the rain~ memory of being taken inside by the tongue quenching a thirst then purring through emerald eyes under a canopy sky, full of stars.
Sighing, the lake reflects another sentient piece of earth skyward.
And here, we are in wonder of what remains encoded.
In our bodies, as memories, finding another that understands, gifting a puzzle piece into your palms.
This picture familiar so clear mercurial and alive. Goosebumps rise when we sigh into a starry night .

~ When the night bird sings ~

Wishing you a restful sleep full of dreams
walking on this beach looking to our side
here watching colourful birds fly to the top of the golden pyramids while we count moons reflecting, upon the tides sweep to the shore.

Another earth around our red disk, when sets a night full of stars then awakens reflections that ripple ashore
for we know our walk along this shore
the song of awakening this hush of nightfall.

And the I, between of being human.

Wishing you a restful dream as night closes her golden breath
connecting the points we have arranged
stars casting patterns, this anima of being
we know tonight why the night bird sings.

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Pools of Light

It’s dark outside and the stars are on the other side. Memory like dream prints on a wet sandy beach. Silent waves spill wet shadow pulling back into the ocean of memory. I know there are stars, galaxies shared by explorers. A haven, set an eye upon the telescope reflecting a distant memory. Light never sleeps it becomes settled in dreams illuminating with images mirrored. It is dark outside and there are stars on the other side. Dormant Crisp evening, past chorus of anima once instilled a voice to evening stars . My eye lids fall heavily into this capsule of night and breath in a cold front sailing the sky, spiraling from the top of this earth. My exhale takes my thoughts momentum of colours brushing. Light never dissipates it settles in dreams mirroring memory like stars on the other side of tonight, knowing there and galaxies like cosmic leaves riding a stream. As we are in between breaths held. There are stars on the other side. There are dreams made in the soul. Then there are nights when the blanket of night hushes the chorus, leaving self with memories .

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