Doorways Traveler
Doorways Traveler

in my head this morning.

they come to me, lines, meetings of different.

like champagne vinegar in holy water,
or a spray of roses in a thicket.

lone lost lovely

a friend told me of her fondness for bible dipping in the dictionary.

i am reminded of how we all seek guidance, how sometimes
flipping a page and
choosing a word
can mean the difference between
dark corners and decision.

freedom and farce are exactly the same thing, depending on the angle of the sun.

from sinew to sunflowers, in
walls or in the world, under
blood moons and opinion

god, holy and hazed, a tremor in
my chest,
no matter if i sit,
hang,
climb,
or float.

There is one ray of
light, then more. I open the
door, take one more breath,
and begin another day.
~Dana Faulds

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comments


  • Swirly:

    “i am reminded of how we all seek guidance, how sometimes
    flipping a page and
    choosing a word
    can mean the difference between
    dark corners and decision.”

    Big wow.


  • Cat:

    I love these words
    they resonate in my heart and soul deeply
    light so fragile, yet so strong
    the fine line between all things
    the beautiful fine lines

    hearing your song today sister

    love and light


 

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