Life

Every life is a lightning bolt: a bright white turquoise-like sapphire jewel of heavenly hue, sparking etheric forces and mid-flight stanzas in a flash of energy in synergy with harmony, a unique integral heartbeat, a blazing sonata of sound to frequency.

Yet some have been told to hold back the music; don’t let the wild vibes show, dim the explosive thunder clouds, avoid the beautiful collision of souls crashing in sentiments spoken.

But life’s too short to hesitate-lightning bolts are too powerful to heed tedious belief systems.. I learn as I feel more rainstorms beneath my skin; water feeding me emotional liberty, the wind in my hair- a deja vu dancing on changes of everything.

I learn as I see more: the Earth’s atmosphere scattering higher wavelength colours of red, orange, and yellow, to fire a sunset-rising to a beautiful burn of Tuscan halo.

Winter’s soft whisper in ivory ice, kissing promises to barren lands of a glorious spread in emerald sage and dark olive greens.

Oh autumn, blowing her honey breath of life to spring, performing a pirouette in a rose magenta ballet show of falling leaves, swirling and twirling, a masterpiece to new beginnings. Seasons, like reasons, change in majestic rhythm - and I shall brave the swing with them!

My heart, I’ve learned, is a hurricane of colour: a riot of scarlet rouge and blush tipped lipsticks.

My soul, a deep indigo starlit ocean ebbing beneath me and I drown in ecstasy of blues, tattoos..a passionate photography.

My mind is a meteor shower, drifting in an artic wave of gravity; a spectacular display of shooting stars hurdling through words- to find a meaning, to see an ending in splashes of colour in pink and brown electric dreaming...tall grass and deep seas - invigorating me, soothing me.

I don’t wish to tame my storm- it’s natural, like a shining moon reflecting the sun’s golden light - her gravitational pull of magnetic effect echoes inside of me.. a reminder to write poetry- on my own souls story.

I am a lightning bolt

A star filled sky

A spark

A force

An energy in synergy

Of colourful bloom

I love like canto

I dream in Dante’s inferno

Nature’s ability to heal is more powerful than anyone has allowed me to believe.

She whispers a truth through beauty and breeze-

standing clear of the ocean,

taking shelter under a tree..

collecting pebbles

a stones memory

Lost words on a blank canvas

A song in staccato

A poem in prose

The almost..

Paper and pen seize me, easily, in gratitude for her honesty.

And I am free

The shackles and chains

Now ebb and flow

I am enough

And I am free