One nation
under God
indivisible…
a country,
a study
in democracy.
On what it means,
the responsibility
of being “free.”
We continue to learn
to see
repeatedly
that “free”
that equality-
not always easy
and often lacks clarity.
Constant to and fro,
outer battles
reflecting
inner struggles.
Still, we stand!
For/from ourselves much better demand.
So much at stake:
too much needed Love to make
and bridges to create
as per God’s Great Mandate.
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?
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.
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.
vibrant blue-green
scattered, tangled algae
sweet scent and taste of salinity.
it is breezy
I feel such delicious tranquility
in my beautiful sanctuary.
infinity – sea, sky: where the line?
whoosh..
the waves: a soothing, rhythmic melody.
afar, a lone boat sails by mystically, quietly.
above, fly and sing, the seagulls;
within, my Soul so very thank-full!
born of a visionary-
one gifted with the ability
to farther see,
one who then generously
takes us on their journey.
Legacy…
what is left behind,
that which will stand the test of time.
planted seeds
the rich harvest of which
will not ever be seen.
lessons taught
from painful battles fought.
inspiration elicited
from a long gone Heart that contributed.
the many lives transformed
from a Life that is now in another form.
a world made brighter
from a dimmed Light of significant matter.
fill what was once occupied,
what once could bear life inside.
fill it with Light;
fill it with Words;
fill it with Music;
fill it with Wisdom;
fill it with much Love.
fill it, please
with all of these.
fill it so the void
don’t spread
to my head.
fill it
so that I can choose, always,
Life
instead.
You emptied me.
now, to overflow,
fill me.
make me
a vessel,
a vehicle,
a channel.
then, pour from me
abundantly and continuously
until I return home,
to Thee.
Beauty…
of,
begotten from
humanity,
moves me always to tears,
unearthing my deepest joys, aches, and fears.
mixed in is great gratitude and awe,
an appreciation of what some Souls came here for.
Therein lies the source of the pain,
that is a profound yearning to do the same:
To the world, contribute Beauty in His Name.
Beauty inspired and informed by spirituality
with the intention of transformative ministry.
Beauty in all its many forms;
Beauty beyond limited social norms;
Beauty that Heart melts & warms.
Beauty that consciousness expands,
that makes great demands
of its adoring beholder:
risk for a Life that is richer & ever bolder!
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.
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.
burgeoninc 