I have been doing a lot of dreaming and the poems are shaping themselves. Movement on the inners.
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Craggy cliffs
how high we’ll go
to find a cave
the ancients bore
leaving gemstones
like hearts
in cruciform
the way home
clay beds shake
shifting sands
I lay supine
yet awake
the model prisoner
surrenders
as spirit enters
a heart baked
walls crumble and fall
into Ocean waves
crashing
onto the shore
to adorn
with being
the forlorn
movement in time
structures
yield to rays of sunshine
Jordy’s Streamings 
There are wonderful images in your poem – lying supine yet awake as light enters is something I do a lot of these days too. 🙂
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Thank you, Suzanne. I had a dream similar to this poem and writing it helped me understand that yes, I surrender. A great feeling! I too will be doing more lying supine!🤗
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Yes, sometimes the light is so intense these days there is nothing to do but surrender. It does make you feel lighter though 🙂
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A splendid flow of poetry Jordy.
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Thank you, Hélène!💗
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