Virtual tour of my book "Path Entanglement." -
Swamp Vista
The vista of the swamp is not fully known from a distance.
That full understanding requires the joining of a partnership, a struggle, a dance.
For whether it is the dawning or it is the set; the vista of the swap is a living, breathing net.
It binds, harsh and unkind with a warmth and beauty that is wondrously divine.
Earth, water, heat, life and death; those are the guardian creatures that create the first knot, unbreakable, and the first payable debt.
If the challenges of these creatures are conceived of as met, next is the embrace of the living, breathing net.
-Crystal Edwards
Sifted Dreams
In use, it is a sifter not necessarily a catcher.
While, it’s true some dreams are caught, are fettered, others are left to thrive.
The ones caught are trouble; they are too expensive to pay for in time.
Delivered to the sun, redistributed, returned, and used to nurture the vine
Those dreams sifted through are advantageous; those are let through to shine within the mind.
-Crystal Edwards
Through His Eyes
Can he be seen without looking through his eyes?
The answer is, in part, yes, and, in part, no.
From my eyes I can see his shape, form, and even how he plays.
Through his eyes I can see the world as he does and a clue to him is formed.
Since it is only God’s eyes that can see that which is all of him, not my eyes, or even, his; then neither he nor I can see all of him.
However, not to try is a sin! For, to see him through my eyes and then through his takes me one step closer to Him.
-Crystal Edwards
Butterfly Spirit
Jeweled, tentative and fragile,
Here today and gone with sorrow.
The spirit flutters and flies
With lasting imprints on impressions,
And then leaves on the breath of a sigh.
-Crystal Edwards
A Night Sky
Space is more full than empty, and it’s more alive than it seems.
Night skies are creatures that live in the darkness,
Filling space, almost bursting out the edgeless seams.
Writhing, wriggling, moving, tranquil placidness, the creature breathes without breath.
Witnessed by many, it’s seen only once
For light obscures sight and it has left.
-Crystal Edwards
PS: In this poem I make reference to Hank Green’s video about, “There is no edge!”
Lilly
She seems fragile, subdued, and quiet,
But don’t overlook her in the day or, especially in the night.
Be still; with mind open, able to see,
Find the strength and the power in her chi.
In yellow, she is happy and can walk on air.
Her fertile generosity is given in abundance with nurturing care.
Sown are her seeds, of which the importance to culture and to literature is infinite.
Of these secrets, her smile is the only hint you’ll get.
-Crystal Edwards
An Inner Symbol
What is inner?
What is Symbol?
What is an inner Symbol?
Inner is not the tissue, sinew, blood, and guts. It is that which is housed inside.
Symbol is not the object, word, or thought. A symbol is the combination of object, word, and thought; it is an energy.
Therefore an Inner Symbol is an energy from that which is housed inside.
-Crystal Edwards
Flight of Love
Love’s flight shines even in the darkest of night, where it glows as a silhouette of light.
Always lit, a healing beacon of hope, even the times when its touch creates an unkind note.
For love flies with wings made from memory’s chime
That, though it becomes more distant, will never be lost with time.
-Crystal Edwards
“Beach Impressions”
Mixed Media on Canvas
18” x 24”
By Crystal Edwards