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Au Cœur

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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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sun Salutations

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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.

 

Deep calls unto Deep

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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

 

 

L’Artiste

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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

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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.

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

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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

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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.

 

Saṃsāra

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Where do Souls go

when in flesh no more?

How do they choose

what next body to use?

What memories of the pasts

are let go of-freed-at very last?

What unfinished business

sets the tone for the next visit?

See

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I am

determined

to see –

to really see.

This feels like

the whole point

of my unique human journey-

to see me more clearly,

to experience the unity of we,

to grasp the oneness that is our humanity.

So much distraction to Universal Truth.

So much to unearth and uproot

within the mind,

which when ego-blind,

leads to acts violent and words so unkind.

We are in this together,

from the very beginning, each other’s keeper.

One Heart,

One Love,

One Mind,

One Body.

One Shepherd, and we, His sheep.

Now is not the time

to bitterly whine

and then fall sound asleep.

No!

Lest we will continue to reap

that which we

did not consciously

intend to sow.

I am

determined

to see,

to pray

everyday:

Lord, open wide my eyes,

cast off the crusty old lies

and the illusions

that cause hysteria and mass confusion.

Let there be Light,

only True Sight-

no more black or white.

 

Chuma

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He lays there,

soundly and peacefully

asleep-

my Muse, my Love, my Beauty.

Strong and magnificent,

a man’s Man,

vulnerable in his complete nakedness.

I, fully awake and scantily clothed,

quietly gazing, utterly enthralled,

taking Him in slowly, fully and whole.

His beautiful mane,

dreadlocked and soft,

glistening wet in the moonlight from our sweat.

His Adam’s Apple – an irresistible and tasty treat.

Those lips – full, rich, assertive and so sweet.

My Love’s nose: broad and proud!

His nostrils, gently flaring now in sleep,

do so much more aggressively

when he abandons himself in heat.

I stare at Love’s powerful arms,

responsible for my first losing my resolve,

and within which I still dissolve.

His large and elegant hands,

that of a master musician demands.

His expansive back,

a continent of its own,

I can see it in shadow,

its every muscle, prominent and toned.

My eyes longingly linger down

to that beautiful mound

smooth and round-

like a perfect peach,

each one of his cheeks.

Next: those legs –

like that of a regal thoroughbred.

Legs strong enough to

off my feet, sweep

carrying me

to this here, our bed, our sacred Sanctuary.

I go to him, My BeLoved,

drawn by forces without and within,

those of innocence and sin.

I need to touch,

to feel,

to inhale him,

to lay entwined in a quiet embrace,

to get as close as the flesh will dictate.