Reblog – Melding by VJ Knutson

Becoming one…

One Woman's Quest

I have ventured
into your atmosphere
slipped my skin
your skin
and discovered
a universe
thoughts
emotions
beliefs
blending
into a physical dance
of light and shadow
nuances of colour
delineating life

At our core
we are light
leaning into mystery
cellular interpretations
of a symphony
we cannot hear

Compassion extended
mind altered
we meld.

(A free flow poem in response to Reena’s Exploration challengeAs Above .  Click on link to view video.  Image my own.)

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Safely Landing

a place of retreat
for my weary heart
a soothing offering
from allies and nature
no pretense, just comfort
a soft haven when things get ugly

i cherish this feeling of respite
this contentedness in connection
people, places and things
bringing me joy
without even trying
i can feel the love

There’s Nothing There

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I’m reaching out, engaging and scrutinizing;

skimming through to see you.

Holding you intently, purposefully and committed.

You seemed an open book.

The audio version of your story mesmerizing, your truth so bold.

Then I went beyond your notes and found blank pages.

They told a different story.

You ring hollow.

There’s nothing there.

I have to put this book down.

The efforts made to unravel the mystery, and

the chances taken diving right in brought me no pleasure.

I learned nothing.

Maybe another blank page can read you properly.

I won’t waste my time on an empty binding.

Not again.

When I’m ready to read again, I’m sure

I’ll find a better book to discover.