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It is an ode to the power of words! Please do read and drop a line or two. Thanks! |
Let the Words -The Summoning Lash them, bash them, love them, exhaust them— Surf them, turf them. Beat them to bloom, let their thunder roar, Your magic wand in your open hand. Let them bleed, let them spill, let them undo, Let them heal, let them dance, let them blaze Do not let them crawl under your skin, Do not let their silence fester within. Air them out, hang them high, let them fly, String them like lanterns across the sky. Shimmering bright like rivers of glass, Echoes of fire that never will pass. -The Power Go on a joyride, take the deep dive, Let words awaken, let words arrive. Worlds are born, worlds are shattered— Truth is woven, lies are scattered. Rupture, fracture, puncture—bleed, No blade can match the cut they breed. No angel’s touch can fully seal. The wounds that only words reveal. Bridges are built, borders are leapt, Secrets spoken, sorrows kept. Even pain wears ribbons, though— Yes, even grief deserves its bow. -The Companions Like autumn showers, let them fall, Paint them, scatter them, crown them all. Build your castles on shifting sand, Even in the night, let them take your hand. Push them past the brim, let them scream, Pour them raw into fire and dream. Too much, too long, too hard a stay— That is how haunted chambers decay. Tattered words, battered words, let them spin, Ride them, reign them, queen within. Trash them, squash them, weep them out, But never let them rot in doubt. -The Offering Sow them in pink, sow them in flame, Eat them, drink them, call their name. Let them glow as rivers run, Wring them out till a new dawn is spun. Pour landscapes, voyages, tides of speech, Onto pages words may reach. Do not freeze at the white page bare, It waits for your breath to anchor there. Spool and unspool, rearrange— Till fire, till silk, till blossoms change. Make them oasis, make them wings, A mirror that drinks, a silence that sings. -The Becoming Friend and neighbor, lover, guide, Lotus in silt, rose dignified. Even loneliness finds its song, Even the broken still belong. Let them run wild, stallions of flame, Silver streams without a name. Lifted high by syllables bright, Voyage across the marrow of night. They are medicine for hunger’s ache, Balm for the bruised, for the soul’s heartbreak. They are wine for thirst, a holy breath, Spines of books that outlast death. -The Release Make them shooting stars that fall, Flaring, burning, reborn through all. Constellations chart your way, Filling chalice, night to day. For the ear of the universe leans in close, Hush at your back, its pulse in your hand. So let words serve you— drape them, dance them, ride them like storms, sing them like prayers. Chains will break, they’ll carry you strong. Let them free you, free you, always— No shame, no blame, no fear that stays. Only the fire, only the light, Only the hymn of words tonight. @Rashi M |