most times
i find
humanity
perplexing
what we do
to ourselves
and to each other
and to the whole of
Nature
perplexing
utterly
and saddening
still
bits of Light
shimmering
when and where
the I can see
most times
i find
humanity
perplexing
what we do
to ourselves
and to each other
and to the whole of
Nature
perplexing
utterly
and saddening
still
bits of Light
shimmering
when and where
the I can see
The Stunning Presence
you see,
that is The Illumination of Benevolence.
The Eloquence
you perceive,
that is The Expression of Benevolence.
The Care
you feel,
those are The Hands of Benevolence π
Empty vessels, we can be
when we surrender –
completely –
to Benevolence’s Will.
Then we consider
everyone, all beings
no thing left behind –
abandoned
forsaken.
i dreamed
of a beach
last night.
crowded
frenetic
expansive
beach.
i felt
overwhelmed
afraid
anxious
alone
apart
exposed –
could not see
The Horizon.
I am
a Heart person.
I see Hearts
every where –
be they
readily apparent
or visible
only
to me.
I see Hearts
that are open and soft;
some Hearts,
jagged and tender,
barely holding on.
other Hearts,
strong and courageous
beating steadily
through it all.
It is The Heart
that grounds me,
its soothing rhythm I sought
in a turbulent womb –
not ready to leave
much too soon!
forced down,
I crawled up
clung
desperately
to her pounding Heart.
I changed
my mind –
one minute, this;
the next second, that.
not who I was just
then.
see so clearly
all ignored before.
stronger now,
found my Voice!
Grace granted –
always and with ease –
to pivot
and politely decline
in the name of
authenticity π
reel in
my feelings?
no!
been there,
done that.
lost a seminal piece
of my femininity.
then, a new body.
we do not return
as we came.
bits of us fall away
over time.
we give them away
unconsciously
desperate
to simply
hold
on.
not a physical
space,
my Home.
a defined address
in some town
within the confines
of country.
no,
not the Home
that beguiles me.
must be
untethered,
all over,
wherever Soul aligns,
The Rivers flow,
and the winds beckon.
surrendered,
receptive,
fear-less,
curious,
adventurous,
my path,
make and break bonds,
have and do less
to Be more.
.
π
.
stay with us
here
please
fully incarnate
not easy
for you
we know
the air
often heavy
here
very dense
so much sadness
pain
disappointment
a seeming lack of
basic kindness
disproportionate
to the joy
The Light
and tenderness
still
we ask
be
here
now
stay
your Presence
is requested
know that
you were carefully crafted
for such moments
as these
that you are
a vital piece
of this Universal Puzzle
a pivotal role
you play
in this Grand Comedy
without you
a different story
an alternate trajectory
one affects all
all affects one
no separation
hold on
stay
you are not
alone
never were
never will be.
.
π
.
poet,
a prophet
who tells truths –
sometimes directly,
at other times, cryptically
depending on context
and the audience.
.
poet,
an oracle,
playing in
the different realms
with graceful fluidity.
.
poet,
an empath,
sensitive to energy,
penetrates the masks.
.
poet,
a tree,
deeply rooted
in the Soul,
limbs reaching
for the mind.
.
many reasons
the choice
to care
for another –
love,
guilt,
greed,
obligation,
tradition,
expectation.
regardless,
this work
takes much
in and from.
it tests patience
and frays boundaries,
can become
all encompassing
and, at times,
heartbreaking.
critical, caregiver,
to care for yourself
in equal measure.
fill your cup
to then pour from,
eat with abandon
to then feed
with boundless compassion.
.
π
.
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