Crossing the line
into the sublime,
into nowhere and everywhere
without a care.
The trees,
they spoke to me,
in soft whispers
carried on the breeze.
Sacred promises, timeworn truths,
stored in the roots,
buried through time,
in the fertile ground,
waiting, waiting.
The ancient giants
sing through their leaves.
Swaying, unfurling, shading,
the never-ending song of creation.
Of never and always,
timeless in eternity.
Cycles of civilizations rising,
falling,
forgotten,
rewritten,
changed,
but the always same.
The spark of humanity,
the eternal soul,
the indestructible power of love.
Mother Gaia spinning,
dancing in her universe
as life dips and swirls
in reverence of undiluted memories.
Bathing in the forest’s breath,
connecting to damp soil,
as natures symphony
echoes in the weighted silence.
Never to be silenced.
Always to endure,
in the realities of
our heart centered beauty,
as the arbors dream
their never-ending dreams.
About the Creator
A.N.Tipton
I am a Writer, a Lover of Books, a Mother & an Usui Reiki Master who loves to read & write & all things Universal. Words move me, inform me, inspire me.
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Comments (2)
This reminds me of being a kid and playing in the woods. I felt things that were so lovely, but didn't know how to communicate it. Love it.
The Earth does not spin. Everything else does (her Mind). And you don't need to use the word sublime in poetry. Everyone knows that poetry is supposed to be sublime or a "little beyond." Good luck. Try something a little more challenging. Call me when you have 800 pages of verse.