lei fraser

In this stillness I sit
Overwhelmed by serenity
Tranquility
Silent pond
Birds have folded their wings
To sleep cradled in the tree branches
Flowers bow their heads to slumber
In the cool night air
In this stillness I hear
The singing of my heart
Each note reflected in the bright mirror
The moon in unmoved water
Clear sparkling silence
With eyes closed, heart open
I see you joining me in my heart
Interlocked for eons,
Now I have found my way home
When the winds blow,
Or waves rise up
I take refuge, inside
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I walk while the sparrow calls
From the trees high above
Leaves wave in tenuous flight,
Quiet stream flows here,
Careful certainty,
Crystal rippling joy
Stones turn in the current
Gently shaped, smooth, round
I lean against an oak tree,
And watch shadows cast by the sun
Eyes closed, I dream while
The stream gurgles and giggles beside me
With careful certainty
Breeze whispers through the leaves
In this moment, the wind lifts me
And carries me like the wings of the sparrow
I come to rest gently on the water
I feel the currents move me
I find myself tumbling with
the stones at the bottom
rolling water’s laughter fills me,
awake, I see the sparrow, head tilted
watching me, then she is gone
I stand to walk again
Along the sun-laced path
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The rain falls gently,
Steadily over me,
While I am walking
I do not run from it, find shelter
In a doorway or go inside
Instead each drop soaks me to the core
Running over my face in tiny rivers
Through my hair, over my skin, to my feet
Umbrella lies forgotten in my hand
While I stand to watch the puddles grow,
And water stream down the street
Lifting my head up, I see through
The raindrops, a little bit of sky
As the clouds fall away
And reveal the sun
The light fills the emptiness
Left by the rain
And I continue
Walking
again
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In my heart, I feel you
Unfolding, part by part,
Your song mingles with mine,
Two rivers merging,
The song eternal, of a million voices
Rising clearly through the darkness
Tears stream with rippling joy
Of light
As we kneel together on the shore
The ocean surf pounds in our ears
And waves crash around us
Over us, through us
The boulder melts to a stone
The stone smoothes to a pebble
The pebble to a grain of sand
Sun warms us
In silent embrace,
While the heart sings
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Angel
Bright blessings
As love unfolds
Embraced by this light
Gossamer wings
In a gentle breeze
Free falling
Floating freedom
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I have never seen your face, but I
Have seen the colour of the sky through
Your eyes, and felt the sun warm
Against your skin.
A mountain stream flows from high rock,
To ocean floor
It cools the burning touch
Cleanses the heart and makes it full
The mango tree sits alone, on a grassy
Hill, branches laden with fruit,
In its shade, I sit, caressed by the heady
Breeze that curls around me.
I see you sitting on the branch above me,
Your legs dangling down, like the tail
Of a monkey. Tell me, how can I not smile?
Or laugh, when the fruit stains my shirt?
Our hearts embrace each time, like fingers
Interlaced and strong.
I breathe in and out, close my eyes,
In the soft grass to nap, while you watch me from above.

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Pebbles in the ocean,
I drop them one by one.
Standing on the shoreline,
Across my shoulders,
I feel the sun.
Move to cooler waters,
among the shining waves.
As I watch the pebbles fall away,
Their shadows still remain.
Floating on the water now,
I am cradled in its arms.
Wash me clean, unfold my heart,
Hold me close always,
Fly me like a bird,
Fly me home again.
With these new wings,
Tears of joy stream down my face
And flow like rivers to my heart
Dissolve those last few shadows
While the current pulls me in
Azure sky above me
Emerald valley all around
Diamonds twinkle like the stars
Wrapped in a crimson flower
I hear children’s laughter
And the singing of the breeze
I realize with a sudden smile
That is comes from within me
Pebbles in the ocean
I have dropped them one by one
Embrace the pain that lingers here
As I play through this golden light
On this, the morning of my life
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In the dark of night
I hear you calling out to me
Like a fire to the flame
I have come home again
Safe in the heart
You hold me close
And closer still
In this beautiful place
Clouds melt to the sun
I have become one
At the crossroads
There is only one road to take
Into the valley or to the mountain top
They are the same,
Leading to the Sacred place.
I am following with the brightness of your face
One step hesitates, in mid-flight
Do I dare believe I deserve this brilliant path?
Am I worthy to take the next footfall?
Does the storm rage around each curve, each bend?
And then…
I feel your steady hand extend
we fall together
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Sounds of falling water
float through the air
Leaves, green-gold,
shimmer endlessly
Among the laden branches
of the mango tree
As I sit in the room
with pomegranate walls
The gentle sloping trunk
rolls across the canvass
And down,
as if to find its roots somewhere else
My eye follows
the sprawling path to the door
The moment you come in,
Ah brilliant light,
your energy embraces me,
As you sit next to me,
among the velvet cushions
and curved wood.
Together, we merge.
You pierce my heart
with the gentleness of
A spring breeze,
flowing with the shimmering,
Glowing tree before us,
Never has anyone shown me, how to see
The way I see this peace, this strength,
This now
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I am idle tonight,
as I watch the candle wax fold
And melt into the dish.
Thoughts drift and sway,
like clouds on a breeze…
Still my heart from beating,
while the light dances across
my fingertips.
I cannot hold this captive in my hand,
Any more than I can build a rose.
Instead, I let the light slip through,
free to flicker,
And dip to the shadows…
Eyes closed. Eyes opened.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
I drink from this cup of tea, and
Feel the ridges
where the cracks mark its ceramic face…
Heat radiates outward,
as I cradle it close to me
The candle gutters,
drawing shadows closer
Nothing forms.
Everything forms.
The pulse, I feel it,
in the tips of my fingers,
And it blocks the cold hard surface
Of the window.
Eyes closed. Eyes opened.
Breathe in. Breathe out
I am idle tonight, as I watch,
The wax fold and melt, trace the rim
Of my cup with my finger and feel the
Candlelight dance,
In my heart, in my soul
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I follow the trail of water
With the tip of my finger,
Your coffee cup left
A ring on the counter
In the place where I had
Left it to dry.
I do not remember where
This digit journey began,
Or where it might end,
This slow tracing of the past
In my mind, I can see you,
Lifting the mug to your lips,
To drink the last drops
Of coffee, before racing away
Never remembering to kiss me
Goodbye.
The water is cold now,
And the hour later still.
I take a dry cloth, and
Wipe away the last trace of
You.
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I count the beads that sit on my wrist,
One by one,
I never think to look where the circle begins or ends.
The glass is cool against my fingertips,
As I sit by the window,
When the breeze sneaks in through the cracks,
I pause,
Letting the circle go
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