slowing down

\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

opening gates

\/\/\/\/\/ 

channeling

\/\/\/

i breath in

\/\

i breath out

/\/\/\

releasing

/\/\/\/\/\

energy flowing

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

tension fading

#nature   #earth   #energy   #ground   #harmony  
Dhaye
Dhaye
Oct 11, 2014

We are all children playing
On a very  dangerous ground
Hiding and then seeking
Running and going the round

We are all players praying
That in the end we'll win
The game of every dangerous being
Makes a perfect dangerous spin

Life isn't really  fair, is it?
Come and show me why
The place where you choose to sit
Always shows you a  dark sky

It's true that the world could be
A very dangerous ground to stay
But when a hero hears your plea
You can find the safest way...

The world has been a dangerous playground but one could be lucky having a hero.
#world   #angel   #hero   #dangerous   #problem   #ground  
Kylia
Kylia
Sep 21, 2014

The sea strains for the sand,
pulling, grasping at
each precious granule,
Their lovers embrace
shattered
with the rise and fall of the tide.

But I am not the sea.
The sky is not my sand.
"Reach for the stars"
They say.
How?
When I am bound.
Chained to the rocks
Shackles made of iron
Caressing my feet

I reach for my sky
My haven, my light
But I cannot
For my wings are far too
Small, To carry my weight.
And I fall
      And fall
          And fall
Until I am grounded.
A fallen angel
Yet again.

#angel   #wings   #grounded  
lost in my mind
Mar 3, 2015

My uncle used to tell me that the clouds would
get lonely so they would come to the ground
in fog form to hang out.
But now I think that the clouds
and the ground are secret lovers,
but everyone is against them.
The sky separates them
and the humans have terrible accidents
when they get lost in it.
Humans get lost in the thickness of their love.
There is no softer breath-taking kiss
than when the fog kisses the ground.

#love   #kiss   #humans   #fog   #ground   #secretlove   #secretlovers  

I am not cognitive of the realism
of where my feet tread upon this
illumination of understanding.

Am I standing on solid matter below
my lingering movements or is this a
focal point of a mind perplexingly confused.

I jump, listen to that which is speaks
in unheard volume, can you hear
it scream with each mentioned movement

Step inside my reasoning,  and listen
to the fractured fusion of a cradled
maddening tip toeing inside.

"I cut the ground and wait for it to bleed in pain,

#crazy   #earth   #madness   #ground   #footsteps  

Planted by the river of Living Waters,
I remain rooted and grounded in Christ;
He provides for my thirst, my hunger,
my Salvation and my everlasting Life.

With the foundation of Biblical Truth,
I’m rooted and grounded in the Holy Word;
the application of its principles gives
my heart hope with peace that’s assured.

When walking in holiness and rectitude,
I stay rooted and grounded in God’s love;
His Essence softly embraces me with grace,
as new mercies stream… from Heaven above.
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Author notes

Inspired by:
Prov 12:3; 2 Sam 22:2-3, 47; Psa 1:3;
Rom 3:22; Lam 3:22-23

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.

#poetry   #faith   #and   #christian   #breunig   #grounded   #rooted  
 
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