When words become weapons
and blame becomes truth.
When anger spills forth
with righteous indignation.
When untouchable loftiness
becomes right and reason wrong.
When imagination is pushed aside,
then, dignity goes underground
and integrity splinters open like a seedpod.
With coolness and place opening
to sprout new seeds
from finished, but not forgotten, sprouts.
Life a never-ending series
of beautiful, quiet flow forms.
that wash away the bitterness of emotions approaching.
Turning streams into ponds
as places of reflection and refreshment.
Life is a flow form, a never-ending blossoming of colour
and fragrance of living….arising from the cool soil and soul
Where quietness outlives the cacophony of sounds and turmoils
unveiling memories and inspirations ready to emerge.
Quietness and quickening of life
within the womb of worlds,
the soil of souls,
the flowing of the waters of life
within the crevices of time.
Written by Jill LaBelle Sophie