White Noise

beside me races the brawny river,
Mother Earth’s lifeline cascading from snowy peaks and forcing its winding path
down, down, down,
it’s miracle reaching through the circle of all living things

rippling and licking at the pure mountain air,
it opens and closes its sunlit doors
as it folds and rolls over itself,
kneading and knotting the collective thread of the life it feeds, 
past, present, and future into one connectedness,
while projecting its time-ridiculing ROAR

I feel in my bones,
the reverberation of its irony –

fast, fast, fast,
it flows,
it’s commanding voice reminding me to
slow, slow, slow,
to listen

for we all end up back where we began
if we only
follow, follow, follow

our spirits are ROARING,
the lifelines feeding our souls, 
forging our winding paths,
speaking to us with powerfully pure voices,
ones which are not ever meant to become 
white noise

-image is mine; poem dedicated to my mountain friend; shared as part of dVerse’s open link night

Journey of the Heart

there once was a girl inside this chamber
nestled in my heart,
it’s where she safely laughed and played,
so we were never far apart

a very long time ago,
she skipped and giggled free,
until chaos and darkness ruled,
causing her to flee

the darkness began to multiply,
and she’d hide more each day,
before too long she stayed inside,
and never came out to play

I locked tight the chamber door,
to save her innocence,
in hopes one day there’d be a safe place,
in which we could sing and dance

for years she frolicked all alone,
nestled safely in my core,
waiting to trust the sunshine,
so she could play freely once more

then one day my sight transformed,
and I realized the sun had been SHINING,
I’d missed it while guarding the chamber door,
I couldn’t see the silver lining

now she roams, unrestrained,
her smile upon my face,
another set of eyes to see,
on this journey I embrace

-photo credit thememorieskeeper.blogspot.com