this strange,
sudden
lonely
traumatic
seclusion.
A particularly fierce form of Grace.
All a bit of a blur-
so much has taken place
as revealed by this now wizened face.
Innocence gained and lost
as we endeavor to make the most
of what is truly a Sacred Moment–
a pause, a break, space
for resurrection and metamorphosis.
Who will come of this?
Already feeling familiar pieces
falling away – cannot retrieve them
for there is no going back-
only surrender –
a radical submission,
to humility and a facile generosity
born from the remembrance
of our connectedness
and shared ancestry.
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Silence is A Song
Sometimes
silence
speaks louder
than words.
So much
can be heard
listening
from the space
that binds
the human race.
Energy feels more
poignant
in deep silence;
vocabulary is more expanded.
Silence is not the
absence of sound,
no, more the concentration
of the profound.
An unmasking of sorts,
in silence,
we stand in the nude-
fully exposed-
nowhere to hide
nowhere to go-
a straight line
in lieu of
a circuitous route
Two Friends
Two Friends
on a beach
walking,
talking,
planning,
dreaming,
birthing
their visions
into existence.
One Friend,
compelled by her Soul’s necessity;
The Other,
moved by an insatiable curiosity.
Both,
desiring to leave behind
an indelible legacy-
to inspire,
empower,
unleash creativity;
to free the masses
from contraction and boredom
by en-couraging
expansion and freedom!
These two friends
on that beach
were destined to meet,
brought together
by old friends
now deceased.
The story continues
until it is
complete.
Extraction
This year begins with an extraction
of more than just a tooth;
feels so much deeper…like a tone being set…
as if The Extraction
of lies disguised as truth;
a purification, of sorts,
an intense burning
of malignant thoughts;
the elimination of scripts so long-held
that with the body
they’ve seemed to meld;
the expulsion of perspectives in mind
that no longer serve,
behind which I cannot continue
to hide.
The Extraction
has exposed
a painful nerve,
left me
vulnerable,
shook up,
a tad perturbed-
in a most humble space,
the better to receive.
With new eyes, I can now see,
and proclaim
gently
with no shame:
Enough! No more!
Ego, please take your shit to the door!
A revised reality,
a different, lighter story-
one steeped in radical Trust,
of complete surrender
to a benevolent Universe
of stunning abundance
and wondrous intelligence.
“This is your way,”
It whispers
softly
persistently
deep
inside
me.
The Way
may not be
what is preferred,
but the Universe
never errs.
One is being called-
always-
to a Faith surpassing human understanding;
to re-member what One really is:
eternal Spirit in ephemeral flesh,
on this journey, only to connect.
“…the Lord gives you the Bread of adversity and the Water of affliction…” Isaiah 30:20
Joy in Repetition
There is indeed
Joy in Repetition,
in doing it
again and again,
learning to see it
outside and in,
the nuances,
the subtleties-
variations on the
exact
same
theme.
What a pleasure
to be delivered
repeated opportunity
for vision,
to better see
what is true-
what is reality.
Day in,
day out;
year after year,
the same issues
reappear.
They come
looking for resolution,
for final absolution.
There is indeed
Joy in Repetition,
in the single-minded commitment
to always come back home
to Self
so as to be
of greater service
to everyone else.
Each Other’s Keepers,
we truly are.
All of us,
big, bright Shining Stars.
Alas, we often forget
from whence we came.
As such,
we are wont
to play
dangerous, destructive
games-
veering off our path,
so far, one can only laugh.
But sins are forgiven;
therein we’re saved!
The Joy in Repetition,
a clean slate,
yet another chance
to pivot,
to reevaluate,
to atone,
to return Soul to its Home,
to not stray
and become lost in the daily fray.
The Joy in Repetition,
returning to love
repeatedly
and
consciously;
relentlessly changing
the subliminal scripts,
adjusting to one
that is truth,
the more accurate,
gentler
fit.
Great Joy in Repetition,
a lifetime
of exploration-
digging deeper,
going farther,
climbing ever higher.
Over and over
and over
again-
when does it end?
Perhaps,
only
in Heaven.
Circles of Life
No beginning,
no real end,
around we go
again and again.
No thing is created,
nor ever truly destroyed.
All comes back, newly restored.
We say goodbye,
only to soon again say hi.
The illusion of lost,
it feels so real;
yet, is such a lie.
Bonds are never broken,
no way,
no how.
“‘Tis the truth,” they say,
those who have woken,
who heed the subtle cues
and disorienting déjà vu;
those who can see through and beneath,
well beyond this realm,
who venture down deep,
then back up to tell
the Story of Life,
its circular path
of ash from ash,
of I in you and you in me
and Life’s beautiful infinity.
“The story of life is quicker than the wink of an eye, the story of love is hello and goodbye…until we meet again.” ― Jimi Hendrix
Elephant
how do I
adequately
describe
what it feels like
inside
when I look
elephant
in the eyes?
It is as if
elephant
is kin,
as if we share
the
exact
same
skin!
My heart flutters,
a sudden
recognition
it utters
at the
sight of
elephant.
My Soul leaps
as it greets
an essential piece
long buried-
very deep.
A sigh of relief;
the end of a subtle grief;
a mystical reunion
is of what I speak
when
elephant
and I
meet.
the sea: take one
vibrant blue-green
scattered, tangled algae
sweet scent and taste of salinity.
it is breezy
I feel such delicious tranquility
in my beautiful sanctuary.
infinity – sea, sky: where the line?
whoosh..
the waves: a soothing, rhythmic melody.
afar, a lone boat sails by mystically, quietly.
above, fly and sing, the seagulls;
within, my Soul so very thank-full!
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