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Silence speaks —
its say beheld in its
own truth laid bare

Its voice is deeply felt
but rarely revealed
in the tight economy
of considered words
it quietly whispers —

The reality it bares,
soundlessly eroding with a
shameless emotional deluge
that rivers through
the poet's heart

When you feel alone
in a crowded room,
you overhear the drone
a racing heartbeat ...

    When you're
going down the road
feeling bad,  chasing
    the centerline,
reckoning some kind
a life passing by
out the rolled down
       window ;
hearken in nature's
     tone poems
blowin' in the wind
                                                            ­    ­
    It  was  thence
    i came to know
my sum of simple truth:
Organically self-wrought
Environmentally  molded
    from the clay of life
    a survivor of many
    a passing storm

    Season's change,
water seeks its own level
The silt does not get to say
how far down stream
   the river carries it

and we still wind up
in the same old place
parsing the watermark 
       stains of time

and a poet — is not a word
i'll longer use to describe
   who i've become


harlon rivers ... December 7th, 2018
blessings,
Harlon Rivers
 Dec 2018 Ryan Holden
ryn
Balance
 Dec 2018 Ryan Holden
ryn
Do not fear the shifting sand

under the weight of your feet.

For you may not know balance,

without the test of instability.
 Sep 2018 Ryan Holden
Star BG
In meditative state,
the silence greeted me divinely.
It tickled senses,
as breath bonded with heart.
As doorways to wisdom opened
with key of focus.

I heard nothing but in-breath
rolling out to my exhale.  
It catapulted me in an instance,  
into a realm of no time.

Mind expanded,
in visions behind eyes.
Heartbeats matched dancing steps,
as voices soft penetrated in ears.

In meditative state,
spirit-guides greeted me with hugs.
It caused heart to expand,
as wisdom echoed like birds song.
As light disintegrated dark
for harmony within.            

I was now the student
and spirit my teacher.
I was now in school,
where test was trust,
and reward was miracles.

No turning back for pupil
from souls classroom agenda
for love and peace to anchor.
For days to be filled with magic
in journeys moments.

In meditative state,
I greeted self with sacred hug
Truth aligned to be sealed in breath,
as Inner child beamed.
As I awakened      
to celebrate peace.

Celebrate to now construct my own reality.
Inspired by a poem by Siranne called Hello Poetry. Thank you
Butterfly fly
Birds soar high
Magically fluttering
Flying freely
High in the sky
Pain has no ending
         Passion for something
Helps it melt away
         Just for a couple minutes
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