faith
“faith”
a subtle walk
in gentle feet
with soft hands
and cascading breeze
embracing my seconds
and torn breath
it falls away
into reverent embrace
and humble kiss
“faith” mixed medium on canvas by arifah
arifah
Poetry and Art
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colors
“the sun rises from your heart,
and sets right into your heart,
remember its colors.”
time’s promise
“time’s promise”
fingers from another life reach through
lace into this, doing it again and
again, for the promise aches to find
the whisper and time forever meets
time in time
“ordinary”
“ordinary” by arifah
12.31.2014
things then
there’s a spot on the floor
stained, set into things worn
edges, a faded darkness
it held its first color for brief
splatters, and specs can shatter time
coming to life, bringing with it
a whole broken moment
the story spilling into full
I see them all
where they reside in me
freckles not attached to anything
I see what is me, and things then
and sleep comes, comforting
London Fashion Week Closing party, David Walker
the way
things are turning
away and into
onward and toward
the hand points the way
the feet merge with sand
and the steps lift me toward
I feel the light burning my skin
no time is left and the real walking begins
things are turning
away and into
onward and toward
love cannot undo it’s own doing
it cannot participate in things not of love
if only found
I find hearts everywhere
maybe they find me?
I’m honoring life that sits around me
flooding me with love, and notice
For the next year I’m challenging myself to capture a heart a day. Â The series is called “Love Train” and it’s dedicated to my friends that have stood by me during some very hard times. Â Not once in judgment, rather continuously holding up a light, and reminding me how I shine. Â Humility is a gorgeous thing….
“if only found”
by Arifah
they remind me
I have friends that reach into my shadows
and gently gather my hands
they just allow me to be as I am
in a pile, a mess, and lost
they remind me I’m not broken
and smile when I can’t
they remind me that IÂ matter
when I can’t see
they wait for me to hear them
saying it again, and again
sometimes the road is unknown and known
putting one foot down is the hardest step
then I close, and they open me again
Title: “I am found in the cracks”. I often find hearts rather they find me. Found this on my walk yesterday, 5.20.
Fragility
A series: Impermanence
“Fragility”
respect is fragile and small
it holds together unspoken whispers
if left by the night stand
un-nurtured and broken
things held in air falls
to a heap of lost intimacies
stripped of excitement and hope
love wanders to hide at the bottom
to save itself
everything becomes barren
without respect ash forms
where love should stand
and vanishes things from air
Packages
I found a package, tucked
inside me and curiosity leaps
I reach in, and take it out
for a quick exploring
instantly there’s a slow trail
I’m perplexed at the blood pooling,
seeping from this little thing
and I wonder “how much time do I have
before this gift diminishes
under scrutiny and inspection?”
I see it’s not the package
but the limits that confine my thinking,
the things that sit around a thing,
if I am able to see these lines
to touch them, pushing
then I will hopefully save
the little things in these packages
my muse
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