THE STYLE OF THE HEART
Nestled within our hearts, lays the style of the mind; embedded within darkness of self beliefs that make us blind.
There is a light that shines, a diffract, cutting away the dark. Revealing ourselves from within, of who we were; to reveal to us who we can become.
The diffract embedded with the style of the soul and all the possibilities that lay before, in a glittering blaze of hope.
Shattering the darkness of past days revealing in the hour of our need, what we ourselves require to see.
To reach beyond all that we held in belief that made us blind. Opening our eyes to the truth we hold and always did, setting us free.
- S. B. P. Davis
THREE WORDS ... SINCE 1975
Flood Slip
Inexperience was Master
the dull, distant rumble beneath
the constant dropping of rain
Vibration, house-shaking, earth-sliding
evoking queasy-danger
not quaking, not rolling, unlifted-unlowered
unlike a rolling earthquake through banked grass
Acres of retrospection don’t do justice to memory
A story told and retold doesn’t live the fear, the doubt
the anxiety driving thought to weird action
Events infrequent, rarefy and scatter emotions tied to aloneness
Again with the rain, the flood, the slip
not rare now are fear, doubt, experience
Again?
- Kate Jenkins
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