Submissions by Rachelleundrgrd
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Love the spoken, sung and written word.
Bliss Space
Harmonic serenade
for the space
ink alone can’t explain
can’t describe
can’t contain
Ballad for the place that surpasses understanding
connects dots as pattern
weaves insights as subtle thread
melds bodies into purest sound
Ode to the spacious grace
that holds and enfolds
sustains our breath
revels in sacred holiness
Symphonic undertone that transports
far from the land of words
to the embrace of the just beyond
the everpresent ordinary
Extraordinary.
...
for the space
ink alone can’t explain
can’t describe
can’t contain
Ballad for the place that surpasses understanding
connects dots as pattern
weaves insights as subtle thread
melds bodies into purest sound
Ode to the spacious grace
that holds and enfolds
sustains our breath
revels in sacred holiness
Symphonic undertone that transports
far from the land of words
to the embrace of the just beyond
the everpresent ordinary
Extraordinary.
...
#happiness
#love
#spiritual #sensual
#spiritual #sensual
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Clearing the Fog
A foghorn sends out its OM.
My heart opens to receive.
Moves to the undertones.
Waves of penetrative
Succulent vibration.
This place inhabits every molecule of my being.
Seabirds my soaring.
Ants my communing.
Crows my seeing.
And oh, the whales.
My knowing and beyond.
Bless-ed
YES.
LOVE.
OM.
Such clarity in the fog.
R.
My heart opens to receive.
Moves to the undertones.
Waves of penetrative
Succulent vibration.
This place inhabits every molecule of my being.
Seabirds my soaring.
Ants my communing.
Crows my seeing.
And oh, the whales.
My knowing and beyond.
Bless-ed
YES.
LOVE.
OM.
Such clarity in the fog.
R.
#love
#nature
#spiritual #MyInspiration
#spiritual #MyInspiration
643 reads
15 Comments
Sir Orfeo and the Goddess
No longer need.
Nor even desire.
Only utter bliss.
Ecstasy in oneness.
So we dance
as if the floor existed.
We fuse
as if it were optional.
We love
under the spell
of the same paradigm.
At once sought
and found.
Teeming.
Replete.
Complete.
R.
Nor even desire.
Only utter bliss.
Ecstasy in oneness.
So we dance
as if the floor existed.
We fuse
as if it were optional.
We love
under the spell
of the same paradigm.
At once sought
and found.
Teeming.
Replete.
Complete.
R.
#love
#spiritual
563 reads
4 Comments
Basic Bodywork
You’re my favorite.’
Whispered contentment
filling the container
his bare chest provided.
I possessed no noun
to complete,
nor render incomplete,
this truth.
Nor did he ask.
Wordless wonderment
and a boyish grin
the perfect response.
R.
Whispered contentment
filling the container
his bare chest provided.
I possessed no noun
to complete,
nor render incomplete,
this truth.
Nor did he ask.
Wordless wonderment
and a boyish grin
the perfect response.
R.
#love
758 reads
9 Comments
She who completes the moon
Moving (to) the rhythm
she gives and she takes.
Expanding.
Contracting.
Focusing upward
she births the moon.
Infinite times, full bright
Moving inward, now a sliver.
Blackness.
Fullness.
Light.
She enterres herself as readily as she begets.
Refractory period spent in reverence to her own divinity.
She stills.
Plays in worship of her utter darkness.
Satiated, she comes in rays of glorious light.
R.
she gives and she takes.
Expanding.
Contracting.
Focusing upward
she births the moon.
Infinite times, full bright
Moving inward, now a sliver.
Blackness.
Fullness.
Light.
She enterres herself as readily as she begets.
Refractory period spent in reverence to her own divinity.
She stills.
Plays in worship of her utter darkness.
Satiated, she comes in rays of glorious light.
R.
#death
#moon
#rebirth #spiritual
#rebirth #spiritual
748 reads
11 Comments
The Death of Longing
I run to him.
Pulling shield from hand,
it clatters to ground.
A cacophony of dissolution.
‘I have loved you since the beginning of that which we call time.
Longed for you in unfathomable renditions.
Across and through infinite spaces.
Come home to me.
Be still with me. Until the finite too dissolves.
Until the ‘we’ dissipates into the beat of all that is.‘
In silence,
I chase no more.
I cease disarmament.
I sit.
I listen.
I love.
R.
Pulling shield from hand,
it clatters to ground.
A cacophony of dissolution.
‘I have loved you since the beginning of that which we call time.
Longed for you in unfathomable renditions.
Across and through infinite spaces.
Come home to me.
Be still with me. Until the finite too dissolves.
Until the ‘we’ dissipates into the beat of all that is.‘
In silence,
I chase no more.
I cease disarmament.
I sit.
I listen.
I love.
R.
#love
#relationships
#spiritual
808 reads
13 Comments
Death Unveiled
Most often, you must join me on this side in order to realize there is no you, no me.
We are but perfect energy contracting and expanding, simultaneously, always.
From the other side,
this message of love
a mere mirror.
You mourn a loss. I cry as well, for I am you.
As you are consoled, I , too, am comforted.
I rejoice and soak in the revelation:
All is one. And it is well.
And, though you may not yet know it, you celebrate as you marinate, too.
R.
We are but perfect energy contracting and expanding, simultaneously, always.
From the other side,
this message of love
a mere mirror.
You mourn a loss. I cry as well, for I am you.
As you are consoled, I , too, am comforted.
I rejoice and soak in the revelation:
All is one. And it is well.
And, though you may not yet know it, you celebrate as you marinate, too.
R.
#hope
#death
#spiritual
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
1009 reads
14 Comments
Tantric meld
Frantic synergies tame to
tantric energies
abandoning touch
the ethereal ascending
Currents amber crimson azul
suspend time space continuum
render thought inconceivable
words elusive infeasible
Two meld to one
shift to wind fire ice
tune to assonant vibrations
electromagnetic explosions
One plus one
converts to merest infinity
pure sacred energy
R.
tantric energies
abandoning touch
the ethereal ascending
Currents amber crimson azul
suspend time space continuum
render thought inconceivable
words elusive infeasible
Two meld to one
shift to wind fire ice
tune to assonant vibrations
electromagnetic explosions
One plus one
converts to merest infinity
pure sacred energy
R.
#sex
#spiritual
#sensual
840 reads
16 Comments
Out from the Grave
grief is like a slow digging-out from
the grave you left them in’.
I lay there, trying to put into words my own experience of loss to one caught in its’ waves.
As it is wont to do, my body tried to fill in for the sheer inadequacy of words. Reenacting grief’s journey, my hand moved fluidly above my bare breasts, forming a chasm, cutting down from upper left, long and deep through the middle, cleaving back up to the right. Each subsequent trough becoming more shallow, eventually forming an almost smooth line at the surface.
...
the grave you left them in’.
I lay there, trying to put into words my own experience of loss to one caught in its’ waves.
As it is wont to do, my body tried to fill in for the sheer inadequacy of words. Reenacting grief’s journey, my hand moved fluidly above my bare breasts, forming a chasm, cutting down from upper left, long and deep through the middle, cleaving back up to the right. Each subsequent trough becoming more shallow, eventually forming an almost smooth line at the surface.
...
#love
#grief
#death
#sea
#suffering
723 reads
13 Comments
Windmeld
step outside
heartbeat
instantaneously
matches
powerful
pace of
night’s
air.
breathe her in
deep
become
energy
storm
electricity
alive.
wind
and
i
meld into
one.
R.
.
heartbeat
instantaneously
matches
powerful
pace of
night’s
air.
breathe her in
deep
become
energy
storm
electricity
alive.
wind
and
i
meld into
one.
R.
.
#strength
#power
#nature #spiritual
#nature #spiritual
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13 Comments
Cable(d)
Fox News turns
clock irrelevant
as night and day
meld into fear.
If no surprises from the
current King’s reign
nor no left-leaning bastion unseated,
certainly then we should expect
to see more poor immigrants,
to read faces of rapists
in those of the desperate.
Why must they be so
Brown?
What could they be after?
My comfortable home
shutters in around me.
The land upon which it sits
moans in ancient tongues
of those long before.
Why do Brown people still ...
clock irrelevant
as night and day
meld into fear.
If no surprises from the
current King’s reign
nor no left-leaning bastion unseated,
certainly then we should expect
to see more poor immigrants,
to read faces of rapists
in those of the desperate.
Why must they be so
Brown?
What could they be after?
My comfortable home
shutters in around me.
The land upon which it sits
moans in ancient tongues
of those long before.
Why do Brown people still ...
#hope
#MyInspiration
#CallToAction #MayaAngelou
#CallToAction #MayaAngelou
527 reads
6 Comments
Sunday Mournings
Sunday mornings are the hardest.
Like today. I was doing fine. I got my own coffee going-albeit lacking the French touch you would bring.
Hit play on that Acoustic Sunday Mornings mix.
Lit a fire in the chimney—same one we always meant to get swept
when we were we.
I stepped out under the crisp winter air to scoop up the New York Times—
I still think of you every single time.
One hundred Sundays and counting
of a little bend and break.
As I always did (remember?), I first gravitate towards...
Like today. I was doing fine. I got my own coffee going-albeit lacking the French touch you would bring.
Hit play on that Acoustic Sunday Mornings mix.
Lit a fire in the chimney—same one we always meant to get swept
when we were we.
I stepped out under the crisp winter air to scoop up the New York Times—
I still think of you every single time.
One hundred Sundays and counting
of a little bend and break.
As I always did (remember?), I first gravitate towards...
#love
#heartbroken
#betrayal #memories
#betrayal #memories
663 reads
10 Comments
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