Mother is Husband

“I am your husband,”

said The Mother

to The Daughter.

Not entirely an untruth, 

as Mother dwells in household

with her eldest Daughter.

They share expenses

and secrets.

They are each other’s “somebody”

the unspoken priority,

the new nuclear family,

the what remains

when what was The Core

splinters off

never to return.

The Illumination of Benevolence

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 πŸ™

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.

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

lack of self love

afraid

to be

to speak

Me.

default

to please

all

to swallow

poisons

to smile

though the Heart

aches.

where Love

for Self

has not yet

matured

lack of

enoughness

takes root

bringing

constant recrimination

guilt

angst

such heaviness.

in this vast wilderness

Hope

a tiny Voice

a faint Light

stirrings

of an innate

Self-Regard πŸ™

Heart

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.

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™

ode to Caregivers

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.
.
πŸ™
.
❀️

defund hate, please πŸ™

despite
the clear mandate
of all religions
and spiritual
practices,
we humans
cannot
permanently
defund hate.
we speak of
peace,
love,
inter-beingness;
write books
and sing songs
of overcoming
someday.
we fancy ourselves
the superior species,
“civilized”
technological advanced –
and yet –
fueled by agitation
steeped in fear –
we choose
the same
tired
dance –
hate,
dehumanization,
domination,
revenge,
war.
over
and over
and over
again –
even as
no evidence
of sustained
effectiveness.
still,
thankfully πŸ™
always,
Hope,
for where there is
darkness,
Light a patient Presence,
at first a mere speck,
a lone voice in the vast wilderness,
then brilliant glimmers
and a soaring chorus.
.
πŸ™πŸ’•

for the lovers

for the Lovers
of humanity,
hold on
do not give in
to the prevailing
cynicism
and seeming
turbulence.
recall
the innate innocence
of each being
before, alas,
the inevitable
deep conditioning.
remember
the capacity
to awaken and heal –
sometimes instantaneously.
no one
is irredeemable.
the seed of Grace
lives within all.
.

friends 4eva

here we are
us Three –
finally –
in a City of Love
on our first trip.
we talked of travel
almost from the Moment
we met –
eight years ago,
brought together by –
of all things –
pasta
at a communal table,
in a tiny New York apartment
brimming
with love and vulnerability.
who knew then
that we’d be
friends 4ever
no matter where
life placed us.
.
πŸ™
.
.