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The Space Between

The Space Between

The space between

Holds its form

When we touch, for

There is no touch, just

The space between,

Vacuous space,

Our molecules floating,

Suspended in God’s exhalation,

Expanding to hold our souls.

Our touch, an illusion of stars,

Cosmic molecules reaching through

Our heat, that Breath of

The Fire of First Light.

The space between,

Creation.

Copyright© 2017/10/31 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

Image: from The Creation of Adam by Michelangelo Buonarotti  http://www.italianrenaissance.org/michelangelo-creation-of-adam/

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And Then There Was Light

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And Then There Was Light

Destruction is Creation.

The Void, ripped open

By the Light,

The Cosmic knife

Piercing through dark matter,

Spilling shards of radiance,

Bleeding light, birthing stars,

And us with the dust.

All wounds, transmuting pain into

New flesh.

Beauty and innocence, nurtured in a

Dark womb.

Birth, emerging with screams and

Open eyes.

The butterfly, post from

Shearing off the face.

Roots tearing the soil,

Blossoming the manifested.

Light and Shadow, betrothed,

The polarity;

The paradox.

 

Copyright © 2017/10/29 Barbara Harris Leonhard @ extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

Image: https://www.events.iop.org/e/from-the-big-bang-to-homers-last-theorem-123641500/page.html

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Clandestine Spirit

Clandestine Spirit

Clandestine Spirit, there is a fold

In the universe for you.

Obscurity hidden, your disguise,

A soul unmanifested,

Cloistered layers of debris of

Expectation and self-deprecation,

Your sparkle diminished into secrets,

Fear of scintillating into recognition.

Your flame, unsanctioned,

Unholy fire of dead stars.

What is your jewel to guard,

Entombed truth?

Is this place your urn

Or your womb?

Fear is the breath of sin;

Forgiveness, the gold of God.

Copyright © 2017/10/22 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

Image: original art “Clandestine Spirit” © Martha Harris

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Broken Heart

Broken Heart

A broken heart,

The construct of love breached,

Rivets on the bridge

snapping in a storm.

The dam opening,

Spilling grief in torrents,

Flooding with tears

The home in the valley.

Trails and journeys,

Washing away,

Burying hope in sediment.

Lives stiffening into artifacts.

 

Is it inherent for

Yin to slaughter Yang?

Can a smile balance on

One lip?

Is a journey taken with

One foot?

Is a blossom perched on

No stem?

Are rays emitted by

No sun?

 

A heart is a quilt sewn with

One continuous thread –

Joy stitching onto grief,

Grief onto hope,

Hope onto despair,

Despair onto joy.

Forms have shadows.

What is a shadow without light?

A heart completes itself.

What is breaking is

Already mending.

 

Copyright©  2017/10/17 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

Image: Original Art “Broken Heart” © Martha Harris

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Tree of Life

Tree of Life

Our map to the stars,

Arborial root seaward.

Your Flower of Life,

Sprouting all fruit, all roots, and

Foraging Soul in the Light.

 

Copyright©  2017/10/15 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunsineweaver.wordpress.com

Image: Original Art “Tree of Life” © Martha Harris

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Floating in the Depths

Floating in the Depths

i awaken to being wrapped

in a void of waves

my arms and legs carried along

toward a beacon

as tunes in a tide

in the depths

i am my mind

i am my soul

i am my self

in this present moment

i am my first

i am my last

i am the sea

i am the womb

i am the fetus

i am the infant

is this my birth

or my death

sea and womb are one

with transcendence to ashes

the beacon pulls me

i am becoming

floating in the depths

 

Copyright© 2017/10/12 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

Image: Original art “Floating in the Depths” © by Martha Harris

 

 

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The Angel in the Dark

The Angel in the Dark

If I were an angel in the dark,

I would appear in flames simply from

The radiance of my eyes.

I would fire up candles for prayers.

I would make twilight shimmer

Like a mirror of a still lake.

I would awaken you from

Slumber and despair.

I would cast out your pain with lightning and

Soothe your soul with myrrh and frankincense.

I would gather you up gently and

Swaddle you in my gossamer wings

At the time most needed.

I would bathe you in the Sea of Forgetting and

Deliver you to the Vista of Light

On a path of stars backlit by moonbeams

Splashed on the kind face of

Dark Mother, casting comets

As beacons of her grace.

I would gift you wings and

Teach you how to fly through

Clouds of many colors and

Swing on stars falling into the Sea of Lights.

I would take you to the Hall of Records to

Reveal all your truths and

The oracles of the end of days.

I would never leave you

In times of battle or new birth,

The time of the Death of Fear

As a blazing nova, creating a new sun.

This I would do for you, and

Who would know more of the World of Light

Than an angel in the dark?

 

Copyright© 2017/10/10 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

Image: “An Angel in the Dark” (original art © by my sister Martha Harris.)

 

 

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