Staying Too Long

inside the lines by Victoria Art Visions

She stayed too long
Swimming upstream,
Coloring in the lines
Prevailing in exhausting circles,
To only ended up
To where she began.

It’s hard to admit
That some things will not change.
And even if she did not change the world
She affected the people
She shared it with.

You see,
She had the strength to hold on
And realized the swim
Was not worth drowning in.
So she let go
And decided to grow back her wings
To live the life she once knew.

© Linda Moon

Artist: Victoria’s Art Visions

When Time is Nevermore

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No one really knows if we will wake up tomorrow to live another day; how long we have together, to love and be loved, to experience and give kindness or to share ourselves completely with another person.

To put aside our ‘should haves and regrets,’ real life always has obstacles in the way~ a debt that never seems to get paid, deadlines that seem to stretch out beyond our definition of time, heartbreaks that place fear between another chance to feel love… there are so many things we think we have to do first in order to move on.  The truth is that these obstacles are a part of our real life and they are the forthcoming foot prints along our journey.

The tendency to wait for the perfect conditions; to balance timing with convenience is the greatest tragedy in life.  It’s like waiting for that perfect rose garden to grow when all the while we could be enjoying the roses that are blooming right outside our window.

The present time has a powerful advantage over any other time that we know; it belongs to no one but ourselves.  If we choose to put it into a space, later on there will be nothing there.  If we choose to put it on hold, we will never hold it again.

Think of all the years that the Universe has graced us and know that our time together has been set and aligned within the stars.  Know that each moment is within our reach and our time has come and will pass nevermore.

© Linda Moon

Firefly

firefly wallpaper

I am a fleeting light
A momentary aura glowing in glance
Swirling and dancing in enchantment
Flowing in and out of a mirage of golden threads
Into the night of once upon a time.

Rivers run lightly as I waver in the wind
Weaving and fluttering through soft eruptions
That brilliantly wraps me in a cricket’s song
Of lyrical stance from another hemisphere.

Inhaling the fresh scent of honeysuckle
Whisper to me in sweet after taste
Like a liquid effervescent love.
I savor each drop upon my illuminating wings
And garnish its pattern in transformation.

I kiss the breath of enchanting air
Frolic in locks of your hair and your soft neck
Unearthing memories of light
For as long as it takes to absorb your absence.

I am unbinding of wrappings and restraints
In a creaturely world of recurrent habit.
With all creatures, I will tirelessly fade into the starless sky
For it is here you will glance at me in a shimmering evanescent
And know my liberation of impermanence in a starry night.

© Linda Moon

Traveler

Poppies by Alexandra Sophie via FlickrYou’re a distant traveler
With companions by your side
To coffee shops and bar room hops
In search for the mystified.

Where strangers become lovers
Where loneliness collides
By the holy and the guilty
Singing songs of the great divine.

With a smile you lure the ladies
Toss your hair back with one verse
A signal for the timid
A blessing for the cursed.

Your hands are running water
On the feathers of a dove
A forbidden fruit upon a tree
To gaze at from above.

Your heart is like a river
Winding in and out of stones
Your fingers on the trigger
As the world brings the unknown.

For me, oh, I’m just passing by
Collecting flowers for my hair
I rest under the shaded tree
And I smile to know you’re there.

It’s strange that you should notice
As you travel far and wide
And battle with your heart each day
In search for the mystified.

© Linda Moon

Speaking in Tongues

Peter Seminck Oil 2011 Painting Surrender

We create and define words
Revise the sensations to our deeds
Our hearts become silent painters
As our minds rumble and speak in tongue.

It wasn’t the wind, the fire or the rain
That aligned our comfort with such notions
But the chanting of the unknown
Declaring our freedom to speak
In some revelation of one’s own mind.

I would rather feel the warmth of your body
Than speak ten thousand words in tongue.
I would rather rest a mint upon your tongue
And let it slowly melt into your heart
Than to pronounce or define
The syllables of my love.

© Linda Moon