the loɤe aɗɗition


May 27 by The Running Son

the loɤe aɗɗition



Birth and death circle life,
but contain life or sleep.
In these four, many secrets turn
lidded eyes toward living,
keeping death with its keep.

The sleeping living wake,
to find life streaming, and deep.
The woken also find the end waiting
by, and open hearts churn,
then steep, learning to take

every step with earned pride,
learned tithing
and a giving back to life,
where life has opened its eyes
and died a thousand times

for us. Then went universe-wide.
All four corners, and back.
Breath to the four winds.
Gathered all elements, and sighed,
opening a dew-glazed path

styled in interlocking rings, and math.
I am equasioning the four-fold path–
questioning life chapters
like closed eyes question the aftermath
of waking up, blind

to where earths poles are at.
Or being born out of time
and finding sleeping pasts
to climb in to, incubate in, and wait
for soul-storms to pass, maybe abate.

Born into life, then life, then into sleep!
If we pass while asleep, we birth life,
keeping breath, a stream, moving
through generations of living
wakers, life-giving and heart-wide,

dividing four into one open circle:
love, a four-fold journey.




by Jim Aldrich


.namaste.   -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •-   .namaste.

blu butterflies live freee.


3 thoughts on “the loɤe aɗɗition

  1. Ar Vhee says:

    Hi J,
    This post is amazing.. birth is beautiful that death has fallen inlove with it.. 🙂

  2. WilderSoul says:

    Reblogged this on Pull up a Big Armchair and talk your heart out… and commented:
    Thoughts on life and death, birth and sleep…

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