Love

mystic bonds

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Souls intertwined

no matter the distance and time

elapsed

between the physical and the mind.

Namaste, we say,

each other’s Light clearly see

and then immediately retrieve

where we last left our story.

No beat missed,

no talk of business,

only laughter

born of pure, present bliss!

Effortless

seamless,

we fall back into resonance.

Creating anew

and out of the blue;

recalling the old,

all once joyously told.

This is no stranger,

this familiar unfamiliar face.

Rather a beacon of grace,

a safe space,

a peaceful place

for healing

and life-affirming

embrace.

 

 

Liquid Emotion

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So much commotion…

seemingly living in a world

that has forgotten the notion

of human connection

and shared emotions.

One big white truck

in Nice, innocent hundreds struck.

Police…American Black male…

over and over again the same sad story this entails.

Civil wars that destroy and displace,

cultivating great pain and unleashing raw hate.

The environment, alas, we continue to mercilessly rape.

All this, we can no longer tolerate!

For we were crafted to only connect and create.

Make no mistake,

if we continue at this deadly pace,

Earth may no longer compensate

and will need to retaliate

in order to recalibrate.

BIG BANG

NO MORE HU-MAN.

But wait!

By dint of endless, deserve-less Grace,

it’s never too late

to come back together

and reevaluate;

to begin anew

with the view

that in His Hands,

He’s got the whole world

and not just a few.

Love, use we

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Love, You…

design we

birth we

raise we

feed we

fill we

teach we

sustain we

define we

refine we

awaken we

enlighten we

embolden we

Now,

Love,

please hear we:

use we

guide we,

have Thy Will be done

through we-

mere instruments of Your peace

’til the day You release

each one of we

back home

unto Thee.

 

 

tran·scend·ence

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you’re lost in a Trance

engulfed in sweet Rapture

Altered,

delved into a completely New

inner Space

one where you Consume and then reflect

blinding Light Energy

as you Navigate

the very Depths of your Soul

releasing false Ego

and other Non-sense

filling your Cup instead

with an Equanimity, a peace

that passeth all understanding.

hold on

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grab that thin ledge

with fingertips tired, worn and red.

hang on tight

don’t you dare give up The Fight!

don’t look down

at that cold, distant ground.

look up instead

at what your God has just ahead.

hold on;

stay strong.

your life: not all wrong.

your story: not yet done.

 

L’homme Délicieux

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how is it possible that God could have poured

so much deliciousness in just one Cup?

it is simply too much for another to sop up!

blowing the mesmerized mind every time,

man delicious,

can’t look at ya,

can’t look away.

your utter exquisiteness

holds such sweet sway.

too fine,

you personify sublime.

so damn divine,

like a delectable glass of rare, perfectly aged wine.

beyond luscious,

you overpower, disarm and intoxicate!

how then does a mere mortal adequately navigate?

enthralled, thrown, spellbound,

I ask my Lord:

why so much scrumptiousness into one Cup you poured?

 

 

Beautiful Man

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Come here, My Dear.

I can feel you so very near.

Come to me,

soon, please-

as per God’s Will.

Beautiful man,

crafted by The Potter’s Hand,

specifically

for me-

as I for thee,

come, let us together journey

spiritually,

creatively,

and intellectually.

You: My benevolent King –

wise teacher, merciful mirror, fierce protector.

Me: Your appreciative Queen-

cinnamon muse, the air you choose to deeply breathe.

We: Blessed

beloved,

bespoken –

coming together

forever

in service to

our Heavenly Father.

 

 

 

 

do you see what I see?

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come to me, Beloved.

come, straight with not a hint of a chaser:

no art on your face

nor hair made up and straight.

come to me in your most natural state.

allow me to see exactly what God done create.

let me see you in the “harsh” Light,

not just undercover “protected” by the night.

My Love, why the masks?

you know I must ask.

why do you feel you must always run from me,

hiding away your true identity?

what is it you do not wish for me to see?

come, Baby.

sit,

breathe,

be.

then,

look

at

Me.

Look into your mirror through my eyes.

do you see what I see-

your great beauty,

that you are infinitely worthy

just as you are

right now?

in your own eyes,

do you see in you the mystery,

vulnerability,

fragility,

abundant curiosity,

and stubborn audacity?

do you?

really?

and of the fine lines indelibly etched on your face-

do you see your long history and humble ministry?

do you, Baby?

what of your beautiful skin-

scarred, marred, unshaven, uneven?

therein, your unique composition,

not crafted to be ignored,

but deeply appreciated and fully explored.

do you see what I see, Baby?

your True Story,

your ineffable Glory.

 

 

 

 

Ready for Love

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I say I am ready for Love.

I say it rather convincingly

but am I really

ready for

Love?

What exactly am I ready for

when True Love comes a knocking on this here door?

More questions than answers have I:

To him, who will I be?

What of his expectations of me?

Will I measure up? Will I fill his cup?

Will he stay

when my mask melts away

and my Light temporarily fades?

What of me –

Can I handle with calm dignity

the unfamiliar masculine energy?

Can I remain present, outside my protective shell

when communication is perceived as hell?

Can I allow a man to be a Man

and not automatically default to the feminist stance?

Can I trust him fully and completely

when I was taught so differently?

That all said,

in my heart and in my head:

Am I ready for Love?

To it, am I prepared to run –

to run toward that inevitable fire

that is intense, illogical hunger and crazy desire?

Ready to let it burn

without so much as a concern,

confident in whatever of me, of we

remains?

Yes,

I

am!

Been there once, years before.

Now,

I am

I know

I understand

so much more.

Come, Love.

 

 

 

june fifteenth

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four years ago today

an irreversible change made,

a body violently altered-

“fixed” as it had faltered.

faltered, not on its own, you see,

but from deep fear and misery.

body was made

unwittingly

victim to

dreams too long deferred;

to emotions and creativity

consistently

unexpressed,

and knowing/intuition buried, suppressed.

mind, body, and Soul are One indeed.

why (still) so hard for me to heed?

s0, today, june fifteenth

I re-member,

I honor.

and I to new body do solemnly promise

to cultivate a consciousness

from which

boldly, I sing all my songs,

and no longer is my Light hidden.

So it is written.