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

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

Another Year Behind Us

The Shore

A year closes behind us
Imprints of our bodies no longer exist
The wind carries our words in pockets of clouds
In safe keeping of those who have spoken them.

The soft rain that sprinkled upon our shoulders
The warmth of the radiant sun that shined upon our faces
Are basking in all the colors to which I see and dream.

Where there is something, there is nothing
For this is where I exist
And the only place to capture my memories
Is in the beating sound of my heart.

© Linda Moon

Celebrating the Publication of Collections of a Sound Mind, Volume 1

Collections of a Sound Mind, Vol 1 CoverI am feeling quite blessed and grateful as I celebrate the publication of my first solo poetry book called “Collections of a Sound Mind, Volume 1.

Many souls have touched my life as I know it.  Some have passed by and taught me lessons along the way.  Many have moved on since then; leaving remnants of shadowed memories.  There are others, though, who have shared each step of this endless mountain that I have climbed and often stumbled upon ~ only to start again as painful or glorious my path has been.

They have encouraged me to move heavy boulders and loved me unconditionally when I didn’t love myself.  They have shown me how to embrace the smallest of sacred moments and to believe that all things are possible even in the darkest of times.

With this, and those words I have yet to find, I dedicate my book in loving memory of my father, my mother, my encouraging soul mate, my inspiring son and all those who have inspired my heart.  Without your unfailing faith, love and confidence while walking with me, I would not have been the kind of person I am today.

May my thoughts resonate a light upon your heart

For we are all miracles in flight…

Tangerine Dream

Relaxation by Drew Desharnais
In the tangerine glaze of sunset
Between the giving bodies of two luscious pines
I find comfort in a woven nest
Swaying among her tender green leaves
As she gently cradles my body into nothingness.

Allowing and trusting,
The gentle rhythm of the breeze
Suspends me in time and space
Between the essence of heaven and earth.
I flow in the passion of all living things
That she freely bestows among my presence.

In these moments, I let go of flesh and thought
I return to the stardust of my existence
And remember why I am in love with life.

© Linda Moon

There’s No Place Like Home

Peter Seminck Oil 2011 Painting SurrenderThe morning sun illuminated the woven sheers
As a gentle cool breeze heightened their length into the air.
The aroma of the sage and lavender enticed her bedroom
As she allowed a soft familiar touch upon her face.

She slowly rolled towards the window
Nestling into a white downy blanket
That encompassed every curve of her body
With the lingering presence of his touch from the night before.

Her eyes remained closed, yet embracing
Recapturing his last warm breath
She felt upon her shoulders and neck.

With a deep breath,
Reality collided in silhouettes
As a silent film canvassed behind her eye lids.
Stippling watercolors gave granular light
Flowing fields of wildflowers swayed gently
Kisses softly glazed her palette with the morning dew.

Every pleasure he bestowed between each breath
Washed over her
Until she reached for him
In the shape of a cold and unworn
Pillow that lay next to her.

She realized that he had made a home inside of her
A home where her heart is warm and tranquil
A home where he finds solace which yearns for love alone
A place to which he returns to only in her dreams.