The Sky Shined Through Me

Dream inspired poetry by Valley Reed © 5/20

Swan Comet photo by Damion Peach

There is a point of power,
in the palm of my hand.
Difficult to hold,
flowing through like sand.

Sacred words are spoken,
and seeds of intention land.
The stale air is broken,
but I’ll grow to understand.

Truth instead,
now hangs in the air.
My heart open,
to what is said.

My eyes catch,
golden lights glistening.
I felt spirits rising….
….and I am listening.

I take it within,
And wrap it up tight.
It gets in from the tear
between wrong and right.

In a deeper sense of the truth,
I am dreaming.
Like a comet’s tail,
The sky shined through me.

 

Tumbleweed Mandala

 

 

 

 

I saw a sacred wheel
spin without end.
Sacred geometry flying.
A Tumbleweed
blowing in the wind.

A piece of my past,
and my peace of mind,
weaving an intricate design.

An imaginal cell,
looking for a place to land.
Mapping the future,
as far as I can tell.

A dream mandala
with something to say.
A strong wind blowing,
on a calm clear day

A dream inspired poem by Valley Reed © 5-14-20