A ‘not so empty’ Gift..

 

journal

A gift is fragrance out of breath

fled from the abode of the urn

seeking respite of a wayfaring vessel

within whom, it makes its return.

Be not daunted, open the cover,

Draw deeply from spirits fathomless well

Oh, water bearer for the soul of dry parchment,

A river of words erodes the truth a mountain can tell.

Lo, winds of wisdom for the seeking leaf

Softly turn its empty pages

Stir them not, but deliver the stillness

Spoken through the love of inner sages.

Leap not, be gently drawn

Oh, sojourner, not so soon,

Soft, the precipice waits for you to cast

From the abode of your own perfume.

Those who give, journey on

Deep in the heart of others who are given

And when the page seems dark, find the spark

When the flint of the lover strikes the Beloveds frizzen.

~ Skip Maselli
(thank you for this priceless gift)

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The Inkwell (a collaboration)

[Expression] “is a diluted paint brush – the true color is hidden in the bottom of the bucket.
Like humans, their authentic ‘hue’ is in the undiluted wells of the heart.”  ~ Skip Maselli
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We paint with a diluted paintbrush
the true color remains at the bottom of the watercolor palette.
Like humans, their authentic hue is in the undiluted wells of the heart.

We write with an emotion
imbued by the nourishment we receive from each another
moved to write, compelled to express

I feel you when you dip your quill into my heart,
my blood, the ink
with which you write your stories.

The ink becomes the symbol of what you mean to me,
your parchment as pure as our intent,
and I delve deeper into you..

Deeper still, I find the ink enabling
Allowing me to reach further into myself
Trusting in the inward and outward appearances..

.. of ‘this‘..

Delving deeper into each other,
treating tenderly all that we discover,
patiently, attentively, openly..

 

conveyed by ~Skip Maselli  
http://www.phosphorimental.blogspot.com/
anthologized & edited by ~ skyblueandblack