an invitation

you are invited

to shed your masks

gently and slowly

begin to

un-hide

to touch

and be touched

to see anew

to feel and breathe

deeper

than you ever believed possible

to rest

to trust

surrender

fly

to Be in the here

all of you

now

and never

re-turn

to the you

in disguise.

the water

water

this is where it all begins

with us

shimmering

in the fluid amniotic

bliss-fully breathing the mother

until summoned

to enter

spitting out the water

to take in the air

our bodies

forever

to consist

mostly

of the water

our journeys

punctuated by

the water 

tears

sweat

multiple re-births

bathed in the salty waters

until beckoned

to exit

the wave

returns

to the water

where it all begins

again

Grace

we fall down

and we get up

we fall asleep

and we wake up

back and forth

up and down

the spectrum of consciousness

we go

round and round

the cycle of unwellness

until

sometimes quite suddenly

a shift

from deep Within

Grace

a gentle beckoning

to another

completely different

way

been here before

this place,

these people,

those words,

that feeling,

been here before.

The Benevolent Universe

slowly closing a door,

ushering in

something unfamiliar

far beyond my

imagination –

another assignment

an opportunity

to learn

to grow

to contribute

and explore

pieces of me

never seen before.

anticipation clasps the hand

of trepidation,

resistance gradually gives way

to acceptance

of a Journey

marked by the continuous

making

and then

the breaking

of bonds.

The Wisdom of Innocence

she teaches me –

my Little Niece

a Guru from the day we met –

months into a pandemic.

she taught me

then

the feel of unadulterated Love –

startling in its immediacy and potentcy!

she continues to exemplify

curiosity and Surrendered play.

Innocence demands cultivating

patience and acceptance;

necessitates

being

there

fully

now

in Its Presence.

Innocence is exquisitely perceptive –

cannot hide for long

behind the “adult” masks.

she humbles me,

de-constructs me,

my Little Niece.

forever grateful πŸ™

forever changed πŸ™

Pop: Year Nineteen

nineteen years

since you transitioned

to The Other Realms

no father, no more

like yesterday

when you left

in the arms of the woman you Love

on the bed of your and hers first born

a massive stroke

quickly

dramatically

graciously

commenced your way back Home

your Heart the last to go

fittingly

as It defined you

and, hence, me,

your namesake

thank you

for coming to me

in dream

recently

a rare occurrence

so cherished πŸ™

you are missed

here

your Presence still felt

here

there really is no ending

simply a change to the scenery

the brink

what have we become?

un-done

dis-embodied

dis-membered

fear-full

looking

here then there

longing

for a time

that never was

desperate

for salvation

from the outside

un-able to go

in

down

and way back

to lineage

repressed

depressed

lonely

confused

thankfully πŸ™

a few

awakened

just enough

perhaps

to save us all from

The Brink

authenticity

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 πŸ™