The Timeless Now

April 6, 2018May 13, 2018 extraordinarysunshineweaverLeave a comment

The Timeless Now

May you trust and be

In the present moment, but

When is the Now?

Each second shades to the past.

Each second greets the next!

When is the Now?

Now is the space between

Then and Next.

The stillness between each breath.

Elusive, and yet, luminous.

Not Today.

Not This Week.

Not This Year.

It’s Now,

This very moment

In a space of time,

The minute space between

Then and Next,

Just a bit of time that spans

The space between suns,

So vast it takes millennia to explore.

The space of no breath between

Time expanding and contracting,

Pulling universes together

And apart as

The tides of time,

The space where heart resides

Now and Forever, for

Ever is a vast space of time.

May you find that space

Of abundant stillness

Between Then and Next,

The Timeless Now,

And be reborn to breath.

Image: “Time Flies” digital art ©Martha Harris

New Audio: This Sand

March 31, 2018May 11, 2018 extraordinarysunshineweaverLeave a comment

The original post of this poem was March 18, 2018. My delivery style is inspired by the poet David Whyte.

Image: “Sands of Time” digital art ©Martha Harris

Original Digital Art · Poem · Poetry

I, The Tired Moon

March 30, 2018May 11, 2018 extraordinarysunshineweaver2 Comments

I, The Tired Moon

They tell me when the sun has gone

Behind the cloud, that night has come

For one more moment, swift.

I run to greet the shadow on the sandy beach

Of pebbled stars in clear shark night.

The roaming wave of humid blindness

Feels for my vivid form in nothingness,

But I find comfort in the sprinkle of light

As it blooms in the misty soil

From somewhere in the sanctum

Of my soul.

Frail, as a damp twig,

I, the tired moon, salute the coming day.

It begins again, a new wave to flow

On the deserted shore of wavy grass,

Shifted by the moving wind,

Cleansed by the awakening dew within.

Birds, peaked in song,

Bless the rays of sun,

Which soothe my growing shadow

On the tide of time.

The wind brushes past

The gray clouds in the dale.

Night leaves the ship;

Day has set sail.

Image: “Moon Shadow” digital art ©Martha Harris

Original Digital Art · Poem · Poetry

By Your Power, Death

March 28, 2018May 11, 2018 extraordinarysunshineweaverLeave a comment

By Your Power, Death

I shall not ridicule you, Death.

A vulture on prey,

You have plucked the last stale leaf

From the tree of age ended.

The sun melts now

In your liquid waves of fire.

And your bleak mist on hazy hills

Smothers the bent birch,

From which you built your vessel of doom.

I see the gull:

His body, dismantled and gray;

His wings, unsoaring and broken.

My heart lies crushed in the sand,

Where I weep unnoticed,

For I am the last to feel your kiss,

The last to enter your gate of cold iron.

By your power, Death,

I dare not ridicule you.

Image: “Death’s Power” Digital Art ©Martha Harris

Original Digital Art · Poem · Poetry

If Beyond Were Closer

March 25, 2018May 11, 2018 extraordinarysunshineweaverLeave a comment

If Beyond Were Closer

If beyond were closer,

Night would guard the morning

And flakes of leaves would glory

To scatter in the wailing

Wisps of wind dressed in threads

Of pale, endless fog mists

That rise to shelter peace.

Angels would strum the harps

Of infinite wired strings

Tangled in the wind’s breath

And tucked to rest beneath

The singing of the strings

And glory of the leaf:

Amid this still asleep,

The shielded morning haze.

Original Digital Art · Poem · Poetry · Reiki

God is at Work

March 24, 2018May 13, 2018 extraordinarysunshineweaverLeave a comment

God is at work.
God is at work.
God is at work.
We have seen the crust of time
Open like a door to baby stars
As ancient ones go nova,
Opening the way for rebirth.
Fear is healing
Fear is healing.
Fear is healing.
This pain,
This wound,
This infection
Has risen up from the abyss
For healing.
We have felt the pain
Of this open wound
Screaming into our hearts.
Many could not bear the
Cosmic cries for
Transmutation of this deep wound,
Not knowing
God is at work.
God is at work.
God is at work.
New stars, bursting through
The fabric of time,
Healing the matrix with
Light.
Let there be Light.
Let there be Light.
Let there be Light.
And so there is.

Ekphrastic Poetry · Original Digital Art · Poem · Poetry

The Willow Am I

March 23, 2018May 11, 2018 extraordinarysunshineweaverLeave a comment

The Willow Am I

Some people live in the night

While owls of the morning sleep,

And small raindrops creep in the dusk

Like birds of prey upon the dewy grass.

The Willow am I, punished by the hidden sun

That laughs on the edge of night

As I curse the screaming dawn

And burning dew of darkness

To find that subtle light

Embedded in my timeless searching.

How I panic at my failure

To touch its screen from within and without.

I will drown in its rain of sight renewed,

And my thirsty roots,

Blinded in the dark earth,

Shall drink of its golden liquid.

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