into the centeraway from shallow edgesconverge ~ yin and yang centering
Author: elisabethsweet
a lifedraft afloat
A heart socket hollow,abandoned for a painless pursuit — feelings unfelt andthought into boxes,stored in their unitof time.But this packaging does not resolvethe reason for their rise —feeble fantasies whither as the narrative writhes to remember its rhyme.A heart socket hailedaccepts the persistenceof a painful past unboxing the fear of feeling,never blaming always aimingfor the … Continue reading a lifedraft afloat
treeangles
Boughs bud,broaden,and straighten intoimperfect arms conductingthe pale sapphire symphony of a thin February sky.Roots rejoicethe rising reasonsto flower aswinter waverson the whispers of Spring. treeangles Data used to create treeangles sourced from SMAPVEX12 at https://earthdata.nasa.gov/.
high on heaven
Snowflakes fluttertoward a ground too warmto celebrate their journeyfrom clouds too coldto keep them.Lost in the clamor,by gravity’s command,the individualityof each falling flakefades into flurry.But the ground does not refuseall the sky sends —Lightning hits andhovers in hindsight until thunder reachesup from the earth and clapsour senses together —How could something so mightyto the eye … Continue reading high on heaven
pause
Overwhelmed and under nourished,the soul saturates with someone else’s meaning.Rest resiststhe constant collision of worlds warped by screen shields andanonymous armies.We break without cracking. Pause —to feel the sun slink into winter coatsto hear the birds banterto see the smilesurfacing on a stranger’s face —return it and exhale. pause ***if the animations aren’t loading for … Continue reading pause
Beverly
“Can you play some Jamaican music?”she asks — the sax mancatches her question.“Are they from America ora different island?”she asks — me.She hails from Jamaicaon the wings of our lord.55 this years this July.Memory like a trap.Moves like the breezeas the jazz mobStirs It Up.Her grandmother a princess,her father a diplomat,her love for them overflows … Continue reading Beverly
a wave of questions
Life hopes for lifedeath hopes for peace peace hopes for posterity hope lusts for dreams dreams ride the crest of wonder,unseen and undeterred —We evolve and revolve aroundthe terror of nothingness by the mercies of meaning and grace ~A new known awaits. a wave of questions
sin distortion
The mind bendsto what it seesas the willow bendsto the wind —Suggestion savors the momentbetweendisbelief and discretion,distorting the ever-sortingmind.Smiles and frowns,mere waves —emotion rolls eternal to the rhythm of the unknown.But beyond the tide,the current settlesto reveal the pearly present.
forming: four fates
Seed some semblance of a lifeimagined, lived beyondthe bounds of this bounty,born in the candlelight of technicolor flame.Hydratethe long limbs of desire,supple with suggestion.Rootto the depths of dreamspringsdeliberately opposed to thepainted landscape — the canvas is infinite.Growsteady, acuteto the imperative oftransformation ~amplify the grace bestowedby the heavens and the earthsthat formed you.
look and leap
Orbit or biteinto the optimized world of the immaterial.Mind the tangible gap. orbrings dance on shifting sands
Species of Value 