Saturday, October 8, 2011

My heart awakens*

My heart awakens*


Journey has never been seen
A wayward walk into a space
My feet have moved nowhere
I am the one that sees
Deliverance from pregnant sorrow 
The pangs no longer exist


Dom*Colucci 2011

Garden of Eden, Soul*

Garden of Eden, Soul*


Woven garden in one's eye
The fabric of all fruit to be eaten with
The abundance has given itself up
Drunken men stagger 
The tree leans to make itself more upright
This moment has been chosen


Dom*Colucci 2011

Sacred is my heart in Love*

Sacred is my heart in Love*


Holy chalice in my hands
I shall be of nerves of steel
My heart longs for the one in the sky
Birds have fluttered by but the wings are the wind
Turbulence aloft
I am moving onward


Dom*Colucci 2011

Consciousness made with Love*

Consciousness made with Love*


Dark deep pitted hole
One of all will arrive
The manner is set
Consciousness evolves
The seed is cracked
Dawn awaits before a vile night
I am born


Dom*Colucci 2011

The Love of birth once again*

The Love of birth once again*


I have casted out in the vast skies
The Sun is in all directions
A multitude is coming
A vibrant picture is all on the dotted land
The waterfalls seeks level ground
But low....I have not been forsaken
As the bees return once more, for it is spring


Dom*Colucci 2011

My Soul* Loves me here*

My Soul* Loves me here*


My search yields nowhere
I scurry off with the afternoon
This has been seen once before
The mountain gets shorter
A rock is the plant
But the blue jay makes his presence
Utterance has come without the wind
The call is never but Now will last


Dom*Colucci 2011


Dom*Colucci 2011

Heart left alone, the Soul*

Heart left alone, the Soul*


My heart is left alone
The lamentations that follow
It is a cold rain but in the early morning, yes morning
Dew is saturated and the Sun begins once again to shine
Clouds have walked on but it is the sun
My body has bathe in such light and warmth
I begin once more as this is me Now


Dom*Colucci 2011

Wind, a forced entry*

 Wind, a forced entry* A wind blowing day, is outside my door Whipping all around but don't know what for Maybe it is to show its streng...