Caught a piece of the rainbow today.
When did such a sight
last come my way?
Cannot recall;
surely I must have been
quite small.
Just as a child,
I now stared wide-eyed
at the pronounced colors
against the stark gray
of the moist sky.
My wonderment I could not disguise!
What a sight:
The Light, One Love
splitting into its many shades above.
So mystical,
the rainbow;
Magical, this great spectacle;
A harbinger of a brighter future.
On the sixth day in the month of September of the year 2005:
A cell phone rings.
“It is your father,”
says the somber mother
to the busy daughter.
“He has been taken
to hospital…a stroke.”
Eleven years ago,
my Pop transitioned;
he left body
and went to Heaven.
One is never prepared for death-
especially that of a parent.
You know it will come eventually,
makes sense intellectually;
a matter to run from emotionally.
The day before he was to die,
he kept calling my cell line.
Over and over, he tried.
too tired and busy was I.
“I’ll call him tomorrow,”
I thought, fully justified;
not knowing he would not then
be alive.
Did Pop sense
his time had come?
Is there something he needed to tell
his eldest one?
What did I miss in
missing his call?
Did he go
thinking
I cared not at all?
Along with grief,
from guilt I found little relief.
Over and over,
in my mind,
I wrestled with my use of time.
Questioned my responsibilities:
Were they aligned with my priorities?
Eleven years later,
older,
a tad wiser,
I can begin
to myself forgive.
We do our best
in the moments we live.
Perfection, not the final goal.
Missteps, falls –
a part of it all.
Lessons learned
in his life and death-
Thank you Father!
No more regrets.
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.
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.
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
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.
Eyes wide shut.
I’m sinking,
yet floating
deeper,
blissfully
into
Me.
With the descension
comes the ascension.
Light
unto
dark.
Sweet serenity
found
amidst
urban cacophony.
How long has it been
since we left our secluded Nest?
Three years now, yes?
Hence, why now, your text,
your desire to reconnect?
You “miss me”
you say.
I am perplexed,
wary of this play.
We project unto others,
I’ve learned.
Can’t take it personal;
Can’t let it burn.
No accidents in this Life.
God’s Hand in all-
the good, the strife;
the rise, the falls.
What is the plan here?
Why now you call
after we disappeared?
Out of the blue?
Really is that true?
Did I subconsciously summon you?
Your re-emergence,
the unexpected answer
to a relentless prayer
born of a sharp life sidetrack
from which I can’t seem to get back?
You, a musician,
have you come back
as my physician-
to help me heal,
to bring me back to what is deemed “real”
to get my head out of the clouds
so I may dwell in the now?
And of you,
what is it you sought me out to do?
What of your deepest prayer
that brought me to your mind’s outermost layer?
What inspired the vulnerability
to risk bravely
to offer/say
might we again relate?
Perhaps, as no happenstance,
this right here,
merely a hallowed chance
for unfinished business from past
to mitigate current circumstance.
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.
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.
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