Spirit Rift (Collaboration)

A collaboration with Tara from Raw Earth Ink through poetry; alternating sets of verses.  Please visit her blog and check out her amazing work. No time to waste 😉 Let’s get into it:

 

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Sand grains massage our feet,

Waves hit our ankles, toppling our sandcastles

No, we’re not sad, but we’re definitely a little salty,

Literally — our toes watered, sand-drenched-deep 

In the warmth of mother earth’s caress —

Absorbing all that we can sea

Past the sun-kissed vanishing point

To us, the Sun sets how it rises; 

We are strangers to the darkness and it’s cherry covered lips  

The evening? What’s that? 

We are one — an extension — Permutations of the light

We are wherever it is.

 

Sun rise, sun set, moon rise, sun rise

Blink and the future has become the past

Afternoon? Day break?

We stand still and clouds wax, then wane

The salt-encrusted waves brush our shins

Retreat

The great work of our hands melt

Harden and melt right before watering eyes

 

Sadness holds our hands

We shiver but stand firm

Part of something greater we will never be a part of

Cracked lips smile and part

Teeth glowing from inner light

Laughter spills like tears

We grow

 

–  And grow, far-reaching — think liana vines intertwining,

Precisely how our minds move and wander,

Travelling past stars littering the cosmos,

They’re all over the place;

It’s no insult when you say we’ve since lost them

 

No metric for the merging of gifted imaginations

Hardly human, yet a brush with barbed wire still leaves us bruised

Surprise-surprise, mouths agape when our blood leaks with an ethereal glow,

To pass time, we play squash using the end of this universe

In-between ricochets, we convey the entirety of that experience through verse.

 

“What’s that in the air?” – “Is it a bird?” –  “Is it a plane?”

No, it’s simply our minds coming back.

 

Coming back, coming back 

from winding paths and circling constellations 

It’s all a game, isn’t it? 

games and gains 

Points received and penalties taken

We morph, grow; expand like dark matter 

pushing us faster and faster 

to the edges of the unknowable known universe 

The further out we look 

the further in we perceive 

in reality it’s push-and-pull 

all coming back again

 

The dream-verse surrounds and engulfs 

Lifting cliffs of fantasy and rivers of science

Fields full of poppies and poetry

A sky dusted with possibility 

An ocean seized with salted lust

 

Salt, salt, yes, minerals coating toes

We dip in and retreat

Shift from one foot to the other

Watching the horizon, time slips

 

Like our souls during an ephemeral passage into a spirit rift

Say hello to the terrestrial embodiment of your unspoken spirit guides

Language is recursive, and this piece fits snugly at the end of it

Each flick of the wrist with that raw earth ink uncovers secrets of the galaxy

Take care to go slowly, rein in the need to OD on the knowledge;

Digest at varying paces but let nothing fly over your head

 

We strike the balance with little to nothing to show for tipping scales

A sample of humble pie to go with our cup of due pride

We were always told to dine on a balanced diet

And this is it — two burning souls cooking all waking senses

Leaving them simmering, don’t you worry;

All you need do is form a single file

For there is plenty of love, clarity and empathy

For all.

 

– O.D. & Raw Earth Ink ©2020

Three Ceilings Below.

A part of me longs to form a bond.

A bond so strong, It involuntarily phases in and out

Of the spiritual realm.

A bond, that makes death nothing more than a checkpoint;

Thereby materializing, growing ever-stronger in the hereafter.

A part of me sees this “longing”

As nothing but wishful thinking;

The floundering of a mad man anchored to the bottom

Of the deep blue sea –

Drowning, desperately trying to hold onto something –

Anything – to keep me afloat;

Leaning on “hope” to make this far-flung dream;

A reality.

– O.D. ©2020

Art by: Gydw1n  

Spectral Sprinkles.

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With my eyes closed,

I sneeze

To levitating sprinkles

i.e glittering star dust,

Low-key machinations

I fail to see

By God, in a bid

To bless me.

– Original-Dante ©2017

Art by:  cosmicbound

Reformation.

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The lair was indeed long

Bend after bend

The light at the other end, seemingly unreachable

Darkness bordering on palpable

Which is why, I took it upon myself

To be a channel for the brightest shine

What better way to bring hope

Than to be that which combines

The light 

On both ends of the tunnel?

– Original-Dante ©2017

Photograph by: MarcoHeisler

Replacement

To Infinity…

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How can I ever

Fully settle in

When I know

What i’m destined for?

 

All this

While others cower

Or project fear

Of the unknown

Through misconstrued

Contentedness.

 

Well… you do that,

While I take the next leap

To take a peak

At what awaits me

Beyond the horizon.

 

– Original-Dante ©2016

 

Photograph by: t-3-t

 

Daily Prompt – Hope.

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Look no further

For a glimpse,

Of hope and direction,

As the sun

Does more than play a part,

In lighting the sky

With the most elaborate bonfire.

– Original-Dante ©2016

Photograph by: chevyhax

Daily Prompt – Hope

 

The Other Side.

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What makes our spirit fight

And keeps our hope alive

Is not only the enticing sight,

But the realization that

Beyond the grey overcast,

Lies a light, that’s beyond bright.

– Original-Dante

Photograph owner can be found here: dav71

Leaking Identity

After an unwarranted hiatus
Though undoubtedly useful
Came an eye-opener
And powerful Impetus.
To what I hear you ask?
Life, people, myself
The whole bunch.

Regardless,
It was very much so
A good experience
At some points,
Quite intense.

Of all the lessons I’ve learnt
Relying on myself
Is not, and never will be
A good idea.

Relying on others is worse
No doubt
Keeping eyes
On the most high
Afterall, Salvation
Is just a step away.

-Dante