L’Artiste

Blessed unrest,

the nest

in which

The Artist

all ways

seems to

reside.

Here,

she strives

to refine

define

design

that which is

ineffable

intangible

deeply spiritual;

that which dances

mysteriously,

provocatively

in her Head

then spreads

quickly

urgently

to her

fervent

Heart;

that which is

commonly

referred to as

one’s art.

A blessing

and a curse,

this art.

No clear end,

nor definitive start.

In its birthing,

both joy and pain,

moments crystal clear,

moments utterly insane.

Riddled with

insecurity

frustration

and doubt

throughout,

The Artist

stays the course

no matter the costs.

She simply must

and trust

in something

higher;

something

beyond

her.

For, she is but

the mere vessel,

a human conduit

through which

the insistent art

grows and flows,

and then

into the world

it goes.

Where it lands,

The Artist

is not

to know.

Not her concern

to this learn.

She’s done her part,

releasing the art.

 

COMPASSION

What a pity,

a Shakespearean tragedy,

when the eye

cannot

The Truth

see

and, thus,

compassion

will not

readily

from heart

release.

 

We all share a common humanity.

This, deep in our hearts,

we know with absolute certainty.

Alas, our tangled contradictions-

consequent of our latent inner demons-

often blurs our innate wisdom,

that place of great clarity

gifted to us from innocent baby.

 

Our commonalities outweigh perceived differences.

We are merely subtle variations

of the same exquisite theme.

One Love,

One Body.

Indeed.

All of us

playing

on the same team.

 

Heavy masks we often wear,

in lieu of sharing

we are lonely, hurt and scared.

Vulnerability, beware!

Crack the façade-

even a tad-

will, today, unleash vitriolic barrage,

instantly detonating a fusillade

of judgement and hate

that no mere human can take!

 

We pay a heavy price

for such unconscious vice.

As I am you,

You are me;

Whatsoever I do unto you,

that I unleash in me too.

 

Let he without

moments of debilitating self-doubt,

she who has never known

the fear of being alone,

go on, cast that first stone!

 

One Love.

One Heart.

Down with the illusions

tearing our limbs apart!

 

Solicitude,

this is the gift,

our remarkable aptitude.

Love,

respect,

empathy

for one another.

Anything less,

we all suffer.

 

To only connect

is etched

on every

Soul,

in memory

of The Whole,

so that

compassion,

we can never

withhold.

Dear She,

start

right

now!

just do it!

commence

exactly

where you are!

step by step

is how

one goes far.

do not allow

fear and doubt

keep you from

your destined route.

believe in you

this, you must do

to live a life

big

juicy

and true!

can’t allow ego

to de-construct

and run amuck

spreading rumors,

like a malignant tumor.

you’ve played small

for far too long,

drinking in

the lies,

the poison,

others hold.

beloved, these,

not for your Soul.

no!

take a stand

for you,

for all,

for together,

we rise

and fall.

even as you stumble

and tremble,

know you are

more than able.

it’s all in you,

the things

you need

to spread

your considerable

wings!

be always

inspired.

please

don’t

against self

conspire,

perceiving another

much higher.

To each,

her own path,

her unique road,

long ago cast.

so, no compare,

only road from there

is utter despair.

instead,

see the common humanity

and fragilities

in all human stories.

bask in the ordinary

of your hero,

that which births

the extraordinary.

when One-

like you-

breaks through,

reclaims her Essential Truth,

remembers her Light,

we all shine bright,

we all take flight!

 

Unfinished Business

How long has it been

since we left our secluded Nest?

Three years now, yes?

Hence, why now, your text,

your desire to reconnect?

You “miss me”

you say.

I am perplexed,

wary of this play.

We project unto others,

I’ve learned.

Can’t take it personal;

Can’t let it burn.

No accidents in this Life.

God’s Hand in all-

the good, the strife;

the rise, the falls.

What is the plan here?

Why now you call

after we disappeared?

Out of the blue?

Really is that true?

Did I subconsciously summon you?

Your re-emergence,

the unexpected answer

to a relentless prayer

born of a sharp life sidetrack

from which I can’t seem to get back?

You, a musician,

have you come back

as my physician-

to help me heal,

to bring me back to what is deemed “real”

to get my head out of the clouds

so I may dwell in the now?

And of you,

what is it you sought me out to do?

What of your deepest prayer

that brought me to your mind’s outermost layer?

What inspired the vulnerability

to risk bravely

to offer/say

might we again relate?

Perhaps, as no happenstance,

this right here,

merely a hallowed chance

for unfinished business from past

to mitigate current circumstance.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

D.a.m.a.g.e.d

A childhood scar

from way back and afar,

suddenly delivered

on a plate

as if by fate

brought on

while in a heated state

with One’s Beloved Mate,

confidante,

friend.

 Herein,

a blessed opportunity,

with careful attention

and mindful compassion,

to gently approach

the Little Girl

Within.

The One

etched

deep

in the Soul;

the one

that awaits

to be acknowledged

and finally

consoled.

So as,

to make

rich fodder

of the

unconscious

damage

now exposed

and told.

One

We are each other’s keeper.

Truly, I tell you,

it does not get much deeper.

Parts aplenty, we

to One Divine Body.

Sink or swim,

lose or win,

in it together,

we, all humans.

You over “there”

me, over “here”

only results in madness and fear.

Separation (space & time), not real,

merely an elaborate illusion to peel.

I am you;

you are me.

No mystery,

only Truth, reality.

All else,

insidious myths

that keep us bound

and far away

from everlasting bliss.

 

the kiss

still,

the most perfect

of my life.

back then,

I, a relative neophyte,

standing in unfamiliar land

with a seasoned ladies’ man.

he, skilled in the art of

seduction and tease.

me, scared, excited

and so very intrigued.

he, leans in

confidently.

me, inside, trembling

nervously.

our lips

lock

instantaneously.

my heart

stops-

literally.

in me,

some things have shifted-

a veil, heavy weights

have been lifted.

suddenly, inexplicable-

as if from an old

body memory-

I can give

and receive

pleasure

in equal measure.

exploring, digging ever deeper,

for boundless treasure

within, first, myself

and, then thus, the “other.”

I am

no longer me, no we-

just utter and complete transparency.

I have become untethered and free!

the depth, the intensity,

makes me oh so heady!

the Kiss

becomes an intricate dance-

at times, a fiery flamenco,

next a little funky disco-

we’re lost inside an exquisite trance.

so sublime,

we’ve no sense of space and time.

who am I?

 

Salt & Light

We are called to be

both Salt and Light,

to nourish

and shine bright;

to add needed spice

and much flavor

to Life;

to be and show

The Way,

to gently sway

while in play;

to be humble

and subtle-

yet also to sparkle;

to be of and from

The Earth,

and separate and apart-

a Shining Star

from afar

tasked to

in all ways

raise the bar.

judgement Monkey

jumping around

all upside my head

screaming

hollerin’

just plain carrying on.

“please go back to bed;

leave me the hell alone!”

i said.

you ignored me-

as usual-

instead.

determined to take over my mind;

to, again,

turn me against me,

cruel and unkind.

won’t let you, Monkey-

no, not this time!

for I am determined to see

to see you.

to see Truth.

won’t let you drive me

back to that Abyss.

no, this time Monkey,

you will cease to exist!

i am determined to see

differently,

to be free of Monkey,

believe in me steeped in He.

to go toward the Light,

know all’s alright,

that this too shall pass,

for nothing ever lasts.