Briana C

I am in motion.
Time is an illusion. It is I, the consciousness within this body that is moving, not time. Measurements of time exist only arbitrarily; that sixty seconds compose a minut…

the hours of night change and drift
sometimes in motion, sometimes in stillness
my life crawls beneath my skin
swimming in my stomach
gripping the inside of every heartbeat

my insides a…

sadness whispers in my ear
with a smile
brushing against that soft spot of flesh
the kind reminder of its purpose
on this most familiar of nights
‘only love can save the soul from caving …

hands shaking
and trembling shoulders
fighting to leave the body
but tied to this ribcage
intertwined with muscle and bone
the trembling spirit cries for freedom
planning its escape thro…

your silence pours words
from your lips
and the liquid that
forms its river
from my thoughts
to my cold toes

there are these moments
where the center
is everywhere
snowflakes are th…

my body turns inside out
i can taste my pulse
not enough universes exist
to which i could run away
and find distraction
an ache of emotion severs my heart
and mercilessly leaves me paral…

i am the space between the air molecules
absorbing the weight of the invisible heat
my skin melts into sticky salt water
as the sun drinks my insides
i am a creature awake in the night
dar…

everything is a moment
a scent,
a taste,
a touch
washing remembering through my veins
like the ocean that never rests
not in dreams or open eyes
an aching pulse of the Soul
beating besi…

making contact with itself,
the soul encounters its whole

i lie in bed, in
the quiet scent of night
where is the full to the empty?
the mending promise to
fix the broken things
i cried on your shoulder
tonight
so many tears of truth
and for …

under this tree
by the ocean
beneath the stars,
whispers of light in the
velvet summer darkness
lying on an empty blanket
of earth
i shed my thoughts
and let them go
and let the
bre…

If the ocean could swim in its own sea,
if it could feel its own wave breaking over its shoulders
and taste the foam of the water
If a fingertip could touch its own fingertip,
if sound coul…

Each person subconsciously chooses between a reality in which he or she embraces the tangibles with the conscious mind or the intangibles with the subconscious mind.  Categories that divide int…

Harmony is not simply the absence of pain and darkness. It is not just a blinding light of joy and euphoria. Harmony within the soul is understanding, recognizing the balance between light an…

Being… existing… the energy of the Universe within all living things. Each individual existence hosts an intricate universe composed of mind, body, and soul. Living things have the abilit…

the language of silence
communicating through caressing
fingertips
surpassing all things conventional,
transcending verbal futility

a feeling so powerful
the trembling of
humble hand…

amidst the blackness
the stars emerge
the beauty of being

a moment in the
circle of time

to recognize
the wind,
the breath of the earth,
exhales in the waves
of the sea,
breathi…

to let go and
fly away
the beauty of stillness
amidst calamity
falling
a feather not to rise
the flow of the
emptying river
that brings sleep
the deepest sinking where
the air does …

from a dazed slumber
she woke
the sonorous echo
of pigeons’ wings
clatters and clashes of
falling pebbles
the piercing whine
of whistling wind
lightly wafting, sprinkling
the dust of d…

the touch of tender
fingertips and
gentle diffidence
a surfacing secret
the affectionate caress
of the faces of
two souls
the sharing of lips
the giving of warmth
in the cold evening…