Yoni Smith: There is a sweetness in the air
There is a sweetness in the air, can you feel it? a presence, a residue. Its still there, I see it as I close my eyes. It forms a rainbow of expression in my mind.
I smell flowers in my steps and the ground’s soft stones dance as I embrace them. It is gentle simplicity but deeply lost in translation.
There are two empty boats on a canvas and a black and white forest, and two frogs strain over a vine to see penguins kissing as the yellow sun rises heavily in a red sky over a reed ocean. And these are just the pictures in my zone.
Music spreads its wings over my understanding. Constantly and revolutionary. There is a well of possibility a little walk from here and I take my love on romantic walks and hear the bird song. She smiles at me often and I have the audacity to be embarrassed.
A woman that I loved has passed on her way to the rest of us, specks of dust. She was the dustiest dust I knew, at once so beautifully tiny and yet residing in the outer fringes of the most each of us can imagine or hope to achieve. Gorgeous. Inside her soul was whelming connectivity and love, organically becoming, ecstatic; that each of us graced by it felt wonder as if we had experienced it for the first time. Refreshing. A refreshing embrace of love.
In many ways she is no longer and it is because of these that I mourn. I cry tears without form and will weep purple tears that are wrapped with her soul. I imagine potentials where upon I will have the opportunity to evoke her energy inside myself. It is because of her residual energy that is at once so beautifully tiny, so hard to pinpoint and yet continually and refreshingly embracing each of us. It is because it is part of our everythings, inside all that we perceive. Embedded in our meanings, desires and intentions. It is because of our purple princess and all our personal possibilities, that in many ways she still is and will still be.
See now, there is a sweetness in the air, which once clothed her in dignity, is now an essential presence in the ether. Interwoven. The most beautiful tapestry of abstract.
Still moving.
Still touching.
Still loving.
And so I now look forward, to embracing and sharing in revelation, as we encounter her there.
These two passages have helped me…
Hineini oseh chadasha ata titzmach
Halo tedaooha
Af asim bamidbar derech bishimon naharot
See I do something new
Now it comes to light
Can you not see it?
I am showing you a path through the wasteland
and streams in a barren place.
Isaiah 3:14,19
Af-elohim yifdeh-nafshi miyad sheol ki yikcheyni selah:
Kalah sheyri oolvavi tzur-levavi vchelki elohim leolam:
Vyasav heafar al-haaretz cshehaya veharuach tashoov el-helohim asher natana:
Ani betzedek echeza fanecha asbuah bhakitz tmunatecha:
God will redeem my soul from the grasp of the grave. He will receive me.
My body and my mind shall fail but God remains the strength of my life and my everlasting destiny.
It is only the dust which returns to the dust as it was, the spirit returns to God who gave it.
I shall see your face in truth, as I awake from the sleep of death. I shall gaze upon your likeness and be content.
Memorial service
I smell flowers in my steps and the ground’s soft stones dance as I embrace them. It is gentle simplicity but deeply lost in translation.
There are two empty boats on a canvas and a black and white forest, and two frogs strain over a vine to see penguins kissing as the yellow sun rises heavily in a red sky over a reed ocean. And these are just the pictures in my zone.
Music spreads its wings over my understanding. Constantly and revolutionary. There is a well of possibility a little walk from here and I take my love on romantic walks and hear the bird song. She smiles at me often and I have the audacity to be embarrassed.
A woman that I loved has passed on her way to the rest of us, specks of dust. She was the dustiest dust I knew, at once so beautifully tiny and yet residing in the outer fringes of the most each of us can imagine or hope to achieve. Gorgeous. Inside her soul was whelming connectivity and love, organically becoming, ecstatic; that each of us graced by it felt wonder as if we had experienced it for the first time. Refreshing. A refreshing embrace of love.
In many ways she is no longer and it is because of these that I mourn. I cry tears without form and will weep purple tears that are wrapped with her soul. I imagine potentials where upon I will have the opportunity to evoke her energy inside myself. It is because of her residual energy that is at once so beautifully tiny, so hard to pinpoint and yet continually and refreshingly embracing each of us. It is because it is part of our everythings, inside all that we perceive. Embedded in our meanings, desires and intentions. It is because of our purple princess and all our personal possibilities, that in many ways she still is and will still be.
See now, there is a sweetness in the air, which once clothed her in dignity, is now an essential presence in the ether. Interwoven. The most beautiful tapestry of abstract.
Still moving.
Still touching.
Still loving.
And so I now look forward, to embracing and sharing in revelation, as we encounter her there.
These two passages have helped me…
Hineini oseh chadasha ata titzmach
Halo tedaooha
Af asim bamidbar derech bishimon naharot
See I do something new
Now it comes to light
Can you not see it?
I am showing you a path through the wasteland
and streams in a barren place.
Isaiah 3:14,19
Af-elohim yifdeh-nafshi miyad sheol ki yikcheyni selah:
Kalah sheyri oolvavi tzur-levavi vchelki elohim leolam:
Vyasav heafar al-haaretz cshehaya veharuach tashoov el-helohim asher natana:
Ani betzedek echeza fanecha asbuah bhakitz tmunatecha:
God will redeem my soul from the grasp of the grave. He will receive me.
My body and my mind shall fail but God remains the strength of my life and my everlasting destiny.
It is only the dust which returns to the dust as it was, the spirit returns to God who gave it.
I shall see your face in truth, as I awake from the sleep of death. I shall gaze upon your likeness and be content.
Memorial service
posted by Ester memories at 3:54 pm
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