Caught a piece of the rainbow today.
When did such a sight
last come my way?
Cannot recall;
surely I must have been
quite small.
Just as a child,
I now stared wide-eyed
at the pronounced colors
against the stark gray
of the moist sky.
My wonderment I could not disguise!
What a sight:
The Light, One Love
splitting into its many shades above.
So mystical,
the rainbow;
Magical, this great spectacle;
A harbinger of a brighter future.
On the sixth day in the month of September of the year 2005:
A cell phone rings.
“It is your father,”
says the somber mother
to the busy daughter.
“He has been taken
to hospital…a stroke.”
Eleven years ago,
my Pop transitioned;
he left body
and went to Heaven.
One is never prepared for death-
especially that of a parent.
You know it will come eventually,
makes sense intellectually;
a matter to run from emotionally.
The day before he was to die,
he kept calling my cell line.
Over and over, he tried.
too tired and busy was I.
“I’ll call him tomorrow,”
I thought, fully justified;
not knowing he would not then
be alive.
Did Pop sense
his time had come?
Is there something he needed to tell
his eldest one?
What did I miss in
missing his call?
Did he go
thinking
I cared not at all?
Along with grief,
from guilt I found little relief.
Over and over,
in my mind,
I wrestled with my use of time.
Questioned my responsibilities:
Were they aligned with my priorities?
Eleven years later,
older,
a tad wiser,
I can begin
to myself forgive.
We do our best
in the moments we live.
Perfection, not the final goal.
Missteps, falls –
a part of it all.
Lessons learned
in his life and death-
Thank you Father!
No more regrets.
what you say about Blue
is really a reflection of you.
what you think about her,
a mere child, another’s daughter,
only reveals
your mind’s fodder.
it’s all about you,
Beloved,
never “the other.”
about the lens
through which
you see
your world
and your brother.
look deep within,
my Friend,
see finally
the depths of
your own self-hatred.
bring up to Light,
the memories,
tragedies,
stories
against which
you constantly
struggle and fight.
the ones that state softly
with great malignancy
only that
you’re ugly and unworthy.
beware,
going there.
for, ego will be scared.
it will deny,
try to you from yourself hide,
play with your mind,
saying:
“don’t go within,
too much of a burden;
play always on the outside to win.”
alas,
illusion, so easy,
often trumps reality
for many.
brothers, sisters, family –
we must re-member what we truly are:
Shining Stars,
servant spirits on a human journey
born of Him
to fully manifest
only our highest
and very best
Self.
Nothing else.
Walking around
the City streets,
this piece of graffiti
I repeatedly meet.
It reads
to me:
Protect your Heart.
“Why?”
I wonder.
“Is such a thing
even possible?”
I ponder.
Is not
The Heart
meant
to be used,
broken open
and well spent?
Le Cœur,
it will never relent,
nor exhibit
sustained discontent,
doing that
for which
it was sent.
The grand design,
the clear intent
for us to be truly,
in life, content.
Strong and resilient,
The Heart,
also very smart,
crafted this way
from the very start.
Unlike a piece
of rare fine art,
The Heart
is not made
to be placed
on a wall
deemed too delicate
to fall.
No, no, no, no, no!
Not at all!
I contend
to me and friends:
Lay bare,
Le Cœur,
even as scared,
it’ll take you there,
that place,
that divine space
where only
COURage makes.
transitory,
therein lies
the Human story.
here, in Body,
one minute;
gone, the Spirit,
next.
only just enough time
to be
seen
unwind
connect
affect
before,
in a quick breath
with stunning haste,
form
vanishes,
it dissipates.
Dawn of a new day-
hooray!
Awake!
Give thanks!
Pray!
As within,
so without.
Morning meditations
strengthen thy House.
No perceived stress felt.
Mind, heart, body –
all aligned,
all in exquisite rest.
Work flows smoothly.
Everything moves so easily.
All that is seen is beauty,
even in this, the
big
busy
City.
No cacophony,
just sweet melodies.
No hurry,
only curiosity.
Frowns turned upside down;
smiles abound.
Gratitude, shared and found.
I see you, you see me.
Namaste,
we are a family!
No self-recrimination,
no regrets;
only admission
one did one’s best.
And so,
the stage is set
for when
dusk is met.
Peaceful sleep
will thee meet
with this day complete.
such is when
Kindreds meet.
Deep calls unto Deep
when one cannot sleep
there is a yearning
as one is tossing
and turning.
Inside,
the child weeps.
Deep calls unto Deep
A dearly departed
snatches your heart,
tears it tenderly apart,
then captures your Soul
to make forever
free and bold.
Deep calls unto Deep
A majestic old tree,
an elephant resplendent
in its quiet dignity,
wondrous seas,
birth of little babies,
the birds and the bees.
All miracles,
they are
as the moon and the stars.
Look up and about,
Nature beseeches,
life so sweet
and utterly brief.
Deep calls unto Deep
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.
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.
Eyes wide shut.
I’m sinking,
yet floating
deeper,
blissfully
into
Me.
With the descension
comes the ascension.
Light
unto
dark.
Sweet serenity
found
amidst
urban cacophony.
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