The Present

Oh my!  Wrong! No box delivered

Gift not of encasement

Present tendered

Not for complacent

Gift of experience

of winding tune and song

A moment of delirious

acceptance to belong

Exchange between

whispering souls

of schemes

for succulent riches

tasted and seen.

Veiled richness of moment

removed together

with dance and mirth

treasured forever.

Thank you?  no such hollow

consideration of intent

when the Dance followed

emulsifies in Present.

Published in: on January 2, 2011 at 4:39 pm  Leave a Comment  

Solitary Soul

“Porque para siempre es a traves  del tiempo,

y el corazón se debilita,

y el alma crece solitaria.”

I fought this statement.

I am not capable of destroying the vibrations of my heart!

But then..

It has occurred to me that this message was correct.

With the passage of time, my heart has grown

weaker, and my soul has grown lonelier…

I realized… He is the one to forget.

Desired soul mate

Belief he would neglect

To share my soul in Life dance

Belief he would reject.

Not believing my worth.

Took shortcuts.

As if… was remiss

In my search

Shortcuts purposeful

“wooden peg, can whittle you in.”

Painful

Truthfully He forgot.

searched not.

I also search no more.

Weaker hearted, lonely soul strong

So vision of dancing partnered soul

Braided  loving and blessing life

Exclusive use of energy wrong

Dance  Sola

Pinpoint light.

Bless this world,

Full use Life.

Published in: on September 3, 2010 at 1:28 pm  Leave a Comment  

SOUL’S AFFAIR

Long journey July, major strides taken.

Started with distant love of a Poet

How much he has taught.

Now it is a love affair of the soul.

No direct sight

No physical touch

Prayer this morning:

whisper blessing to Poet became

May you be DRENCHED today in blessings

laughing

Drenching turned back at me

laughing

It is a love affair of the soul

Published in: on September 2, 2010 at 7:15 am  Leave a Comment  

THE POET’S HEART

I fell in love with the Poet.  I keep my distance.  I study his writings.  And with each poem I fall deeper and deeper in love.

I have no idea what he looks like, what he does for food/shelter/clothing, and whether he is just a mean curmudgeon in daily life.  I have no idea whether he has left a string of broken hearts, or if he is a man deeply committed in his core to one woman.

But I am amazed at his writing.  It is unfathomable that words so graphic and heart rending in one poem, can be captivating and enlightening in the next…all structured in a fashion that exposes the cleverness and fragility of his heart.  With each of his poems, I fall further in love with him.

So in my minds eye, he is a thoughtful, quiet, clever soul.

Is that Odd for me?  Not really.  I am a wordsmith by trade.  I intently listen to the choice of words, the structure of phrases, the rhythm of communication.  Words reflect the raw sacred material of  life.  He is an expert in his craft.  His phrases strike chords deep within me.  I am in love with the unknowable Poet.

Yes, but isn’t that … Odd?  OK yes it is odd… I have fallen in love with the unknowable Poet. It is his distance and unavailability that enhances this love.  For it seems, I am much better at loving from a distance as the unknown lover.

But..are you looking directly at the…Oddity?  Ahhh…..I understand….I am not that distanced.  The poet is pointing, and I am falling in love…. with  Source within …. me.

Published in: on August 7, 2010 at 8:57 pm  Leave a Comment  

Beginning Conversation

I am new to blogging.  Well, not so new….I like to surf blogs, listen to conversation.  I am new to communicating by blog.  I desire conversation. And so…I am taking a plunge right off of the cliff….and placing my thoughts out there…. in hopes of starting…conversation.

In the past weeks, I have been pelted by stress.  I chose the word “pelted” carefully… intentionally.  I have the desire to face life, to experience, wring out the sacredness, the learning of each moment in life.  And so, I turned to face the onslaught of life.

These recent weeks were rich with relationship struggles.  These relationships included those close to my heart, and those in my working community.  So I felt the “pelting” of those enveloped in my heart (and couldn’t say with a sigh, well at least you can’t take my favorite granddaughter from me).  And I also felt the “pelting” of those who are neutral to me, but I have to work with on a professional basis (or do I?…  I tend to be the person who grabs up my marbles and walks away from the marble game, defiantly stomping my feet).

I read in an  article about trees in the biosphere.  The trees are anchored, braced up.  Because they have not experienced stress, they are not strong enough to stand on their own.  Ahhh…… a lesson for me.

I struggle all right.  I was amazed at the intensity of the anger, outrage energy that burst (not bubbled…. more like BURST) from within me.  The relationship struggles have now smoothed.  In each realm (personal/community) I sense that I experienced a wave that overwhelmed me as the situations were pushed towards maturity.  I experienced this overwhelm of the push of life and the overwhelm of my BURST of energy as a “pelting”.

And now, in looking back, what I experienced was change…. change that lead to more mature depth, growth.  If I had chosen to release, to accept with openness, these conflicts, and had just watched with curiosity  …. then I sense I would have experienced change and not “pelting”.  I may have even experienced this stress as blessing rather than “pelting’.

My difficulty is this:  how do I release into life with curiosity and still engage and appropriately function in life?