em>Water is fluid, soft, and yielding. But water will wear away rock, which is rigid and cannot yield. As a rule, whatever is fluid, soft, and yielding will overcome whatever is rigid and hard. This is another paradox: what is soft is strong.

― Quote by Lao Tzu

You touch me
from the depths
of my broken
spirit

You move me
gently to mend

what bold
alchemy is this

Turning my skin into
fine silk

I am renewed
by your fingers that
lightly tickle me into
submission

You are water
I am the stone
Where there is softness you'll find strength.
em>You are frequency
Some are high
but many are low
what frames you
is how conscious
you choose to be
take the long way around
or stop to feel
the instance of
pure consciousness
You are soul
I felt you coming
before you got here
Your energy
proceeds you
whether you know it
or not
Vibes don't lie
If you feel icky around someone trust that...not their words.  And if you feel awesome around someone...trust that and move forward.
em>Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life. -Herman Hesse

This willow weeps for no one

It hears the mountain's tears
riding on the backs of slow waves

This willow knows

that the sun's silence
is understood by every atom

It knows

that soon the rocks will rise up and
take arms

They will wage a war against concrete
and flesh

Soon the earth will heave a sigh of relief
and will resume feeding the willows that have
long ago stopped crying
I love willow trees and it's true, this one spoke to me. I'm simply its messenger.
  Feb 11 Tanisha Jackland
bc
your words get lost in the
tangled web of my hair
sticky wet from tears and sea
em>It is good to have
open ears
how else would you
hear the sound of
your God or the Beloved
the one that
moves silently
thru all things
live gently and
walk like your feet are
your wings
A young lady with synesthesia disorder (in this case, for her, sounds have color and texture) once told me that my voice sounds like "snowflakes on the tongue". Here's a short poem I wrote about it.
em>Truth isn't taught in
homes or schools
but is learnt thru
the trial and error
of the tongue
the bigger the lie
the insurmountable
effort it is to the journey
back home
Stay close to your truth.
You are not like
a volcano
with its
liquid rock
running down
full of urgency
No you are
more like
the sky
when
it
thunders
I love me some thunder...love should make some noise.
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