artemisiadiane

What is the reason to live? - Do you think you have something to give; Do you think the world can't exist       without your gifts? - Of course it can. So what is the reason to live? Paintings will be destroyed; Books - as well; Music and instruments,    recordings lost .... What do you have to bring that's lasting? What comes into the depths of someone's gaze When they sense something Beyond the shades ... Their heart searches longingly into that deep and black - Beyond the shadows - Surely it must lay ... a swallowing of truth,  of belonging. You are one with the heavens, You are one with the heart Beating in the dept

I can sense it -      hovering in the air above me. I hear it -      whispering in my ear at night. I can feel it - like smoke -       grasped within my fingers. I can see it in my mind -      in perfect, clarified light. I can taste it -      like a rot in my gut that's turning sweet,      turning into all of me . . . I smell it -      Everyday. It's the scent that leads me forward,      past this garbage of time. Leads me sloshing through puddles and piles       of bills, and unfinished work. Leads me up in the morning, leads me to bed at night.       Leads me to pray       leads me to cry       leads me to

I feel     at one with the universe I feel like it has been waiting      all this time for me to catch up. I feel prickly      and fluid Graceful       and disjointed I feel       that a thousand planets and 100 moons could not pull me      hard enough to get to where I need to be. I see I have started this     one way and ended it      another. I feel at one with the universe But  

Flashing,  liquid        amber eyes. But are they green...        or are they brown? - They've caught me in their sight - measured me up and down. Measured and weighed and found me wanting - In all the ways I let her down.        a Hug is not the word; I would take her in my arms and crush her - back - in to my bones; Returned to my womb safe and sound. Held within my arms - her only food in this world from my body; Huge, dark eyes staring up at me, Unblinking, challenging:      &#

What's to explain? - the quiet is what feeds me. the silence is what speaks.

I believe in everything that is silent anything with substance All that percolates without calling attention to itself There is hope in the underdog -          those who wait but wait in motion,  sensing          the time to break away,  raise themselves Above the babbling throngs below,   knowing          it is their silence which causes their weightlessness          and enables        

Every book I've read, Every painting gazed upon Every beautiful thing Every lovely scene Every haunting melody sending me       to a realm of dreams - I don't forget anything - It's all in here glimmering ... Shining their light on my darkest hours Reminding me to breathe Breathe in  Breathe out Breathe in  Breathe out Every moment takes its turn and every heartbeat repeats Every dolphin rises above then slips beneath the sea Every thought will find its way to what it needs to bring Every heart will make its way to what it needs to be.

Such a far-away time, now - how does it have the power to touch me Still Perfect.  the Stillness of your perfection is not still,  it reverberates to reach me here I don't know why it has a place with me Still What does it do, what is its purpose following me here It seems to be a beacon remiding me of what's pure inside me Still And that's where I want to go, though I struggle to find anything around me here That can cause me to hold my breath capturing the moment so that it can live within me Still. '08

I am not waiting Stars have died within this time Souls can atrophy The future is a desert I am thunder I am rain