This form of poetry is surrealistic like watches melting over the edge of the table and falling like puddles onto the floor. It is the way in which the Feminine Spirit speaks.
A rainbow around the moon… The frog jumps into the silver pool.
The feminine spirit sees through the eyes of a child. It sees the magic and poetry by disacknowledging size, distance and space.
The red sun weary from sweating all day, bathes in the icy cold waters of the Northern sea. The straight line of the horizon melts into the velvet night.
The role of feminine spirit has become wearisome and she seeks relief. That which once seemed like a boundary of expression, is fading away.
Moonlit snow, blankets the orchard, tucking them in for the night. The trees rest in the darkness, as the wind draws cloudy curtains over the moon.
Veils of illusion are not what they seem, but are tenderly laid to produce rest, shields for new beginnings to grow and poetry.
Tickled by the song of the loon. Five-fingered leaves reach for the moon.
The song of the feminine aspect of spirit is meant to be inspirational and to stimulate reaching beyond old boundaries.
In an ice-rimmed pond, where koi fish swim, a little boy watches the eclipse of the sun.
The outer realities of soul and spirit are but mirrors to observe what cannot be observed directly: the unexpressed parts of existence.