His hand lingers
Tender skin, thigh quivers
Her breath catches in her throat
He hears the rough draw of it
Breasts rise
Pulse now visible at her neck
Blood rushes over him
Rises above her
Eyes dilate then close
Scent of her skin
He draws deep into his lungs
Lock of hair across his wrist
Breathing a quiet roar between them
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Love these moments
That feeling when you know you are on the edge
A cliff of sorts
A place where you can feel your previous self just falling away
When leaping is just the next logical step
Not even a grand gesture
Just the natural unfoldment of life
You look down and the height is nothing to you
It’s nothing to freefall into this unknown
It’s what you were made for…….. flight
So few of us get this
Little in life is a grand gesture
Do the work
Have the discipline
Step into the little fears, day in and day out
Then when you reach the cliff
It feels simple
Natural
A precipice that was made for you
Made for your exhilarated moment of freedom
Reflection on Water. Vancouver, BC by Lionel Phillippe
The more I let go
The subtler I become
Welcomed joyously as a child
Dashes to the surf
No resistance to the careful way
Spirt rearranges my soul
Look how pliable and
Permeable I am!
I grow upwards a great seaweed forest
Blooming beneath summer waves
So porous that light – refracts
Passing through and pooling in my hands
Dhyana Mudra
Laughter reverberates off every wall
Yet a warm dark nothingness is plain and
So deep it can’t be touched
Love ever present
I skid across its quiet, mysterious surface
A reflection, a flicker
A precious nugget of time
A single tick on an infinite clock
See my light dance
Wave to wind
Wind to wave
I am this for only a second
Time passes, I grow softer still
Till one day I am so gentled
I slip back into the deep
A shaft of light
Embraced fully, richly
By a more loving tide
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Exceptional is this moment where everything in me explodes into light.
Light so vibrant you can barely lay eyes upon it.
I am fierce and wild and full of the power of God.
Light oozes from my skin breaking the boundaries of man-made laws and material manifestations.
I am starlight condensed into diamond cells.
Each possessing the story of a thousand lifetimes.
Stories that define me or I discard, if I choose.
No limits.
A falcon whose vision expands a million plains.
No past or future, only now.
A celestial body that rips through the atmosphere brilliant, captivating and free.
Look closely at me.
I am you.
You are me.
Follow
Follow me now!
We are light skating across the firmament
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Copyright Noelle Vignola 9/8/2015
By accident, really
I was pulling out something else
Didn’t realize bits of an older version of me
Were just stuck back there in my brain attic, waiting to fall out
I was looking at one thing, but got another
Imagine my surprise to find that squirrely me
Just gnawing away at the old pine rafters, full of pitch and tar
I was thinking it was all cleaned out, dead and gone, buried like the past
Alas, no
Such is not the case
It’s a damn shame seeing as my boots are new and white
Still, I have a decent broom, and more, a heart that knows it’s worthy
Spring cleaning
Sometimes it goes right into summer
Sometimes, you’ve been doing nothing but bullshitting yourself in top soil
I’ve been messing around with nothing but fat tar-babies that suck you in, before spitting you out
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It’s a steady and soft staccato upon the roof. With no wind it’s pattern is a gentle, but persistent tapping on my heart. Rain, like snow, creates a cocoon made of water. I watch it stream down windows; a cleansing power that pours over my mind. Everything shifts slightly under its trance. I step out onto the deck, below the eaves. Water, alight from street lamps, streams off the roof as brilliant water gems. The air is infused with moisture and wraps my body, delicate and cool. I let it seep in and breathe deep of the fresh atmosphere. This may be the great healer.
Back inside the lights in the house are warmer, the blanket pile thicker, the silence within, deeper. Come to me, sweet sleep, and let us slip away on a rain lullaby.
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Waiting
A burr in my sock
A stone in my shoe
Waiting
A panther paces a cage
Back and forth to nowhere, soon
Waiting
Restlessness gnaws at ankles
Like a puppy held back from a ball
Waiting
All dressed up, but nowhere to go
Devilish boy, I got no number to call
Waiting
In every face, peering
Looking for that recognition
Waiting
A dime a dozen they come
But dagnabit I look only for one
Uploaded from a 2011 TED talk “The Rediscovery of Wonder”
In the things that matter there is a hunger
It arrives, first, as desperation and fear
But like stages of grief it changes
Initially, it comes and is denied
Then raged at for its lack of presence
Finally, pleaded with to come soon
Then silence
Eventually the things that matter
Arise out of us to be fed
Not by another, but by our own heart
This is met with mild disbelief
Then curiosity
Finally, delicious amusement
Then silence
In the long hours, I pace
Magazines finished, reruns watched
And on the hours go
Windows peered at, mail opened
Cabinets closed, dishes stacked
And on the hours go
Apps clicked, messages checked
Empty food wrappers, pitched
And on the hours go
Closets cleaned, laundry folded
A second cup of tea, dirty in the sink
And on the hours go
Who am I in all this restlessness?
Who stands before the fridge, again?
And on the hours go.
Like the old widows of old
I wait at this house, for whom to come I do not know
And on the hours go
Sunset storm over the Rockies: Photos by Noelle
Broken
Nothing left, such tragic weeping
Confusion consumes a rotted mind
Broken
Broken
Again and
Again
Bleeding out old stories
Quiet, a battlefield stretcher
Blindness and fear pool in the dirt
Broken
Broken
Again and
Again
Love, a silent dawn
Sleeping, an old hound at the feet
Reliable, loyal, persistent as the sun
Fiery warrior
Sweat covered face
Only salt in mouth
Rising
Rising
Again and
Again
Not dead, just empty
Not lost, just arrived
Not broken
Not broken
Again and
Again
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