Poetry: The Articulation of a Face by Liam “Let the soul speak with the silent articulation of a face.” Rumi Upon the edge of breaking dawn I reach out to the waiting morn “Why am I?, who am I?, What am I?” The silent articulation in Gods quiet space Echoes, reverberates in lines across my…
Poetry: Butterflies by Liam When she looks at you Listen up, for those Deep eyes speak sweet Words of silent selflessness Each a butterfly Alone though the colors, the movements take My gaze to intoxication Not my thoughts My emotional wings take flight feelings Lifting me peacefully on the intention of the moment Eyes, gaze,…
“Half full or half empty is not the illusion, it’s the glass.” Liam Share FacebookTwitterLinkedinemailPrint
Poetry: One to Eight by Liam The one Divine permeates the pattern Man and Woman create the third which crawling cries Four corners build the framework of the dwelling These five senses connect you with a driving mind The six directions bind you with a life to strive for Be as clear today as you…
Poetry: Phoenix by Liam What should I do but participate in love The troubles the turmoil and pain Gain nought for this flame melts It’s from those ashes Dusty and grey that the Phoenix of Love rises Born from shame we emerge anew Glowing in the refractive glance Of Gods own giving Touch feel free…
