Halcyon Heart

A gathering place for poetry art journaling faith curiosity books + glimpses into my otherworldly Worldlyne I’m collecting beauty resilience wonder and mystery- the small luminous moments I share with Kady 🐾

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Through the blackened seams of time I wander ~ each step bearing me like a soul crowned in living fire: terror has become transcendence: what once felt like rupture now lifts me higher … as if breaking were only another form of ascent….beside me walks my white lioness beloved companion dearer than any mortal blood-bond my secret self made flesh and the universe shifts ~I sublimate into her form: radiant unafraid sovereign and boundless….together we become light that cannot be consumed an unbroken radiance as everything else falls away

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across Africa’s burnished plains ~ heat shimmers over grass wind hissing softly as she glides….a woman holding ancient unspoken power: something ancient summons her bones breath tightens sharpens ~ the white lioness claims her form; radiant sovereign claws - slicing air…the shifting of form unveils truth: fearless self beneath wounds- returns to claim life…

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from my deserted quarter where I keep court among shuttered arches that echo faintly with wind - I walk with two gentle lionesses toward the living souls….friends await with bright calls * children wave as we pass like royalty through sunlit dust and a murmuring crowd of color and sound….

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through a fracture in time I awakened and there they were - my lionesses my fist family I understood then perhaps belonging survives every universe - waiting for consciousness to catch up….

[worldtimestream]

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through a fracture in time I awakened and there they were - my lions : my first family: I understood then: perhaps belonging survives every universe - waiting for consciousness to catch up

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the sound did not so much arrive as insinuate itself into the innermost recesses of my being: bypassing the ear as though such mortal gateways were beneath its purpose: eight stately pulses moved through me: each one like the tolling of an invisible bell suspended somewhere above the great architecture of Time: And with every toll: the world - once so obedient in its certainty - began to loosen at the edges: as if reality itself were but velvet curtains stirred by an unseen hand…

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TEMPORAL ECHO

somewhere I chose the other door ‘ somewhere my hand never reached the blue: a thousand versions of me continue beneath unfamiliar constellations each believing herself the original: yet sometimes in the silence between seconds: I feel her life tremble against mine…. A memory I never lived - a sorrow I cannot name: the faintest laughter traveling backward through time: perhaps universes do not truly separate….perhaps they ECHO and perhaps every impossible longing is merely another self calling across eternity- infinity

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…beneath the empyreal dusk I wandered the labyrinth velvet-dark and sepulchral-its crimson shadows fastening upon my gown: through these baroque corridors of living green- each turning a requiem: each dead end another exquisite betrayal of time 💫

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I entered the gilded wood at morning 🌕 where mist 🌫️ hung like torn cathedral silk - each step unfastened the former 🌎 each breath became a small coronation beyond the waterfall time opened baroque luminous impossible - I ran toward the life that was waiting for me 🤍🩵🤍

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my halcyon heart ♥️ the golden weight of my life in my last days here on beautiful earth 🌍 a deep tranquil peace a calm that exists through every atom of my being sinking slowly and evenly into my soul: The great storm is over?

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The Lapis Threshold

behind me the mountain wind struck with sudden violence: but it sounded distant now-the world outside receding… the door began to close behind me, though feeling only a void: not swinging - not moving through space simply reducing its own existence…and one moment now in this second a single fracture in time: I stepped through “Come: he said. You took too long”

There was no forward no arrival only a sound…of time moving in a different direction/only a quiet unmaking of direction: as if movement itself had forgotten how to connect…