Between hands of time

Diary of a MYSTIC

Between hands of time
a traveler makes small plans.
What seems closer than feelings and thoughts;
flee into open space of heart.

To be human means
Look through the soft variable edge of light
land on silent gaps of a song; invisible to your eyes.

The heart confused of doing nothing,
helplessly circles around the future sky
ending her small wishes into greater plans.

To travel between two worlds
There is an untouched and secret moment,
Inviting you; in which you awake;
to breathe closer to sound of earth.

You remember;
The wounds that burnt like a sun
The pain and joy that carved and transformed your clay;
the bitter taste of wasted dreams has turned to delicious mature wine.
A golden vineyard beyond the scope of your plans!

Between hands of time
Can you imagine a new life for yourself
away from white fences and wild cats.

Who knows…

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Author: dreamweaver333

I love to listen to the whispering of spirit.