Pure love can’t be contained.

Photo by Collage al Infinito by Trasvorder on Flickr

Photo by Collage al Infinito by Trasvorder

Speak softly when light dims and darkness is the deepest sea. Be fluent in the hush of your being. Voice kindly when utterances become whale moans; for this is the expression of seaworthy poetry.

Sail wide over tropical and into the isle of synchronicity.

Be the sea. See the sounds of silence. Listen.

Open mind’s windows and star gaze with moon – it rinses over achy ebony. Sway seamlessly into the sanctuary of oscillating riffs and offer jazzy blues to transfuse fluted bones cradling heart.

And once there, breath becomes transparent. Stars are non-sequential concepts of mind. Pure love can’t be contained and nothingness is peacefulness. Real is a placeholder — the center of continuous – it helps us to navigate while we touch earth and sky.

We are the inhale of each exalted exhale – the dream of our unfolding — we are creative and divine.



About Carolyn Riker

A creative explorer using the magic of imagination, surfing the sea of understanding and finding bridges to connect it all.
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