aineyann

when that bell boomed its hollow ancient call I heard it as a song- moving through valleys and hills harmonizing the touch of wind on my skin. it felt more than what it used to feel. I visualized how the

So I went for a walk in the park today ( Waterford, Ireland) & came across these abstract little guys - perfect for an old fashioned point and shoot syle (note the date stamp!)... I taught the mix

trust the steady flow of energy inside your body its guidance carries you. the flow is powerless - conscious action of perception reveals itself. accept the wind the breeze the tide in all that is alive

Thought I would try a new way of doing things.... let me know what you think.. I value your opinions, as well as your upvotes ❤️

death appears as silence a fluttering echo on repeat attentive ear sees clear violets blooming o'er damp grass sombre colors elude times past - a bitter winter. all the more- worry not. ending of a life

I have come to the realisation that this is me- an inert body, just waiting to come forth from slumber - as a seed becomes a fruitful tree by devotion of natures hands. This me also has a potential intensity.

cordial string, sweet violin. depiction of the breath in tune. uninterrupted flow, recall moments left still. notes like a new born child to render a landscape in song a new birth of melody, through innocence

motionless movements nearing a world of illusion content by splendour and confusion. in dismay, life is abandoned yet- infinity is found in minutes. this day too will slip away another tombstone to mark

moving toward a mirror clear it hangs before her all through the year. shadows of her world appear casting of a vision near. a double of her own esteem it can only exhibit what is beneath the surface hidden

catch a hawk lure it feed it befriend it. revere in the venture. manifest in the exhilaration exhilarate to self awareness catch a hawk. soar mold life into your sacred haven. don't wait anticipate and

radiate light avoid devouring the anchor that sustains. its easy to slide and get disorientated in the fever of our very own nature and merely burn up rather than applying light to our reality. the fevered

Hey Everyone =] .... This is my first video of my aineyann-imated (see what I did there :] ) series of poetry vids!.. & I hope you enjoy it!... It's my own style in bringing my poetry to life.. I really

it is long gone since the rain wept cascading down my window pane or so it seemed. so loudly the sound surrounded those four walls. its shadows- their silhouettes glowed to the pattern formed by rhythm.

I haven't forgotten all my lovelies here on Steemit. I am having a rough time of it lately ... between a nasty virus where I had to cancel my holiday to Spain.... & endless Vertigo attacks... however

from infants cradle i have not seen as each perceived, i failed to bring my adoration from a kindred spring. from that allied fountain- i never taken anguish nor rain- depleted from it's awakening. my

texture portrayed in depiction motionless upon the canvas lost of its brilliance yearning for it to live inside yourself. rapid rhythm in essence as the painting progresses perfection. dimensions modified

high into the blue, ascending adrift aimlessly 'till time ceases- beyond conscious means transcending. surpassing my subconscious limits to drift in imitation of my youth that shift. swirling around in

tides of torment enclosing him secluded by his own aversion his cursed soul executed without option his solitary spirit inhabited, but true and ever strong insists of him- '' what have I done, so wrong?''

thoughts restrained her they controlled and defined her constant. the spiral staircase took her back again regardless she will keep returning to the same spot. that grim hallway of sorrow where the overhead

When light drains away the pigment there is barely enough left,even for shadows. It feels like there is nothing to release myself away from that darkness. Everything is hidden, including myself. It feels