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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surfaced
it’s not about knowns
it’s about ‘knowing’
and this takes us through unknowns
we can’t seek balance, rather
it’s harmony in self
harmony gives us the capability
to cope with the imbalances
that’s always around
surface into the field
water on water touching water
“Surfaced” is part of a series “Love Train: 365 days of hearts”
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. The series is called “Love Train” and it’s dedicated to my friends that have stood by me during some very hard times. Not once in judgment, rather continuously holding up a light, and reminding me how I shine. Humility is a gorgeous thing….
“if only found”
by Arifah
not enough
we try
we do
we cleanse
not enough
we remember
we forgive
we allow
not enough
we take
we tear
we bleed
not enough
we remember
we forgive
we allow
not enough
I break
I shatter
I am dust
not enough
my dust bows
my pieces mend
still not enough
and I stay
seconds
Softly spoken you say, “I will travel
for a time…will you miss me?”
“Yes. In the days coming
I will miss you.
Then in my hours
when I find you gone,
I will give to the seconds
let them find you,
and merge with the rain
that will find your skin
and wash you, love.
I’ll ask the sun
to shine on your smile.
Know my arms as the wind.”
There are moments within
moments, hidden in a second,
that holds more than we know,
and Time’s flame reaches eternity.
In here is the whisper,
all held in Second’s breath,
let it cover whole, and
touch you into everything.
catch me as I pass by
I’m the notes in a song
on stage pulsing along
through strings, keys and skin
pass me on and on
let me fall off lips
to touching hips
in between toes
shaking your bones
lose me in fingertips kissing
I’m the notes in a song
getting lost all night long
in island night heat
exhilarated and wet
the salt from the sea
sticking to me
dripping through my hair
stripping me bare
I’m the notes in that night song
Crop Over Festival, Barbados
Celebrating a successful sugar cane harvest. The island is filled with dance, heat and dance.
Crop Over Festival, Barbados
Celebrating a successful sugar cane harvest. The island is filled with dance, heat and dance.
noticing
i’m looking at the seconds
after “I love you” is spoken
to tell me everything
as now I’m able to see
a walk with sweet intent the touch with all fingertips and soft lips with cascading words i’m taking this with me as the year turns into new and my skin eases from tensions over carried there is a gentleness around me hugging my feet and lingering
between my black lashes i’m smiling into this moment i’ve noticed that the smallest of things fill all things, and gratitude gives me a divine residence
a walk with sweet intent the touch with all fingertips and soft lips with cascading words i’m taking this with me as the year turns into new and my skin eases from tensions over carried there is a gentleness around me hugging my feet and lingering
between my black lashes i’m smiling into this moment i’ve noticed that the smallest of things fill all things, and gratitude gives me a divine residence
the always was
It is morning,
“I don’t want to leave
the spell will be broken.”
I cup your face, and smile
“You cannot break what is
we wrote this, before, together.”
Your smile weary, I say,
“come and rest in my bed
when I come back
I will lay next to you
skin on skin, and
we will sleep together
our days and nights mix.
We’ve found what has never left us.
Where do you think a love like this goes?”
The hidden in your eyes fade,
even for a moment, it is enough.
Snow falls on Grace
There are two trees
joined at the hip, I noticed.
Glad to release that thought
and change my glimpse to a gaze.
I think the snow is fluttering
in witness, and blanketing
in gentle grace, framing
their long limbs for me.
I stop and look at the campus.
it seems fitting that nestled in
a merging of ideas, hope and yearning
these two choose here to wait.
I should learn about trees
and know their names.
We carry such desires in our calling,
wanting it whispered just so.
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