Poetry by
Shannon L. Delsol

Spirituality

Pesky Woodpecker
Eucalyptus
Trees Meditate in Autumn
Paths of Intellect
sweet
Envoys

When Mother Woke Us
Dunes

Rags
Anima

Mouth of Columbia
one of mine 
my woodlands
Master's Smile
Spin Me Again
I Have No Use for Words
Absolute Exchange
When I Was Wood
Plaza de Toros
Beautifully Transparent
I Sit With Him
I Sleep in Shades of Ochre

It Writes Itself Upon Me
I Am Your Own Reflection
Loving Him is Like That
Tethered
He Must Be Loving Me
The Rainbow People
Within His Fluid Womb

Sowing Seeds
Trifles
i am ripe
Our Humble Natures
Another Wave
The Spirit Wants
Handful of Dreams
Nocturnal Meetings
Moth Against a Window
My Vast Ingratitude
Rebecca

Buddha
Lourdes
I Am
Awe
In Music
Open 24/7
Stomach Ache
Disbelief

One Attribute

*Home*

   One Attribute

God is breath - and

the spaces between each;

a massive swelling of the

heart, waves of joy;

a want to

breathe better

keep breath

or catch breath again;

a desire to

shorten each exhale

to the smallest point of mirth,

adjustable to the infinite

over and over –

He is a place of silence,

the full length of measureless love -

painful voluptuousness;

an eruption of the soul.

Written July 23, 2003

 

 

 

 

 


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