Love, You…
design we
birth we
raise we
feed we
fill we
teach we
sustain we
define we
refine we
awaken we
enlighten we
embolden we
Now,
Love,
please hear we:
use we
guide we,
have Thy Will be done
through we-
mere instruments of Your peace
’til the day You release
each one of we
back home
unto Thee.
you’re lost in a Trance
engulfed in sweet Rapture
Altered,
delved into a completely New
inner Space
one where you Consume and then reflect
blinding Light Energy
as you Navigate
the very Depths of your Soul
releasing false Ego
and other Non-sense
filling your Cup instead
with an Equanimity, a peace
that passeth all understanding.
how is it possible that God could have poured
so much deliciousness in just one Cup?
it is simply too much for another to sop up!
blowing the mesmerized mind every time,
man delicious,
can’t look at ya,
can’t look away.
your utter exquisiteness
holds such sweet sway.
too fine,
you personify sublime.
so damn divine,
like a delectable glass of rare, perfectly aged wine.
beyond luscious,
you overpower, disarm and intoxicate!
how then does a mere mortal adequately navigate?
enthralled, thrown, spellbound,
I ask my Lord:
why so much scrumptiousness into one Cup you poured?
Come here, My Dear.
I can feel you so very near.
Come to me,
soon, please-
as per God’s Will.
Beautiful man,
crafted by The Potter’s Hand,
specifically
for me-
as I for thee,
come, let us together journey
spiritually,
creatively,
and intellectually.
You: My benevolent King –
wise teacher, merciful mirror, fierce protector.
Me: Your appreciative Queen-
cinnamon muse, the air you choose to deeply breathe.
We: Blessed
beloved,
bespoken –
coming together
forever
in service to
our Heavenly Father.
come to me, Beloved.
come, straight with not a hint of a chaser:
no art on your face
nor hair made up and straight.
come to me in your most natural state.
allow me to see exactly what God done create.
let me see you in the “harsh” Light,
not just undercover “protected” by the night.
My Love, why the masks?
you know I must ask.
why do you feel you must always run from me,
hiding away your true identity?
what is it you do not wish for me to see?
come, Baby.
sit,
breathe,
be.
then,
look
at
Me.
Look into your mirror through my eyes.
do you see what I see-
your great beauty,
that you are infinitely worthy
just as you are
right now?
in your own eyes,
do you see in you the mystery,
vulnerability,
fragility,
abundant curiosity,
and stubborn audacity?
do you?
really?
and of the fine lines indelibly etched on your face-
do you see your long history and humble ministry?
do you, Baby?
what of your beautiful skin-
scarred, marred, unshaven, uneven?
therein, your unique composition,
not crafted to be ignored,
but deeply appreciated and fully explored.
do you see what I see, Baby?
your True Story,
your ineffable Glory.
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!
born of a visionary-
one gifted with the ability
to farther see,
one who then generously
takes us on their journey.
Legacy…
what is left behind,
that which will stand the test of time.
planted seeds
the rich harvest of which
will not ever be seen.
lessons taught
from painful battles fought.
inspiration elicited
from a long gone Heart that contributed.
the many lives transformed
from a Life that is now in another form.
a world made brighter
from a dimmed Light of significant matter.
imagine a life devoid of pleasure, of great joy?
what would be the point?
an elder once shared
that pleasure is an indulgence
reserved for the blessed few with no cares.
“life is about duty and obligation,” elder declared.
even naïve, at the cusp of adulthood,
i knew deep inside that this was a flagrant falsehood.
no, that would not be my truth to bear.
for me, pleasure would be as essential as water and air.
unlike said elder,
i’d tasted pleasure.
pleasure came a knockin’ on my door,
i’d let it right on in asked for more –
eagerly
hungrily
desperately
and unapologetically.
i soaked up pleasure as if it were buried treasure!
there was no going back,
no about-face,
for i’d grown too fond of pleasure‘s intoxicating taste.
i continue to seek you, pleasure
in your various guises and splendor-
to relish in you responsibly
and unselfishly,
sharing you widely.
for this i know with great certainty:
life will bring its bitters –
that is a given.
but,
it also generously provides the sweets
to make it all tolerable and mercifully even.
Lord,
I beseech you (yet again)
tell me
guide me
loudly and very clearly (please)
As to what I am
to do
to be
so that I may proceed
newly focused and accordingly.
At times, My Lord,
I grow so weary,
burdened with existential angst
and near constant worry,
not feeling remotely worthy.
Just
alone,
lonely,
needy,
profoundly empty.
From here,
nowhere to go nor to be,
only to draw
ever nearer and nearer to
Thee.
“When nature has work to be done, she creates a genius to do it.” Ralph Waldo Emerson
The presumption being then that when “the work” has been done to satisfaction, Nature calls genius back home: “Your work down here is complete; you’ve fulfilled your purpose. On to the next.”
In my mind and heart, this is what transpired in the case of our dearly beloved and departed Prince. Nature so stunningly and (in the moment) inexplicably ceasing him back to Her bosom, shook something deep inside of me that continues to tremble and uncomfortably shift.
I’m feeling unmoored, disoriented – not quite certain why. What exactly is going on within? As I cannot articulate it with any real coherence – just a thick mixture of sadness, dread, fear, confusion – I desperately seek both answers and comfort by delving ever deeper into The Artist’s life and music. It’s bordering frighteningly on the obsessive, this I know! Yet, I cannot turn away – it is an internal draw beyond my conscious control at the Moment. Truly I tell you, resistance is futile. So, I reluctantly relent – too tired and enthralled to do otherwise.
In an interview, Prince astutely observed that any interest in him beyond his music speaks to a lacking/a need in another – nothing to do with him. He is absolutely correct; to that I can wholeheartedly attest.
My sojourn into the Purple Rain continues to yield much and rich fruit. Presently, I am ruminating on the concept of “genius” – a word that is synonymous with Prince. Very few would dare argue otherwise – nor could do so convincingly.
Yes, Prince was a genius; he embodied it in a way that is breathtaking and astonishes, this he knew from early on until the end/beginning (how could he not?) Nature wanted to fill its world with music and showmanship not since seen or experienced and – poof – Prince Rogers Nelson was created for such a time as that. It took only 57 years for Nature’s work to be done through that relatively small human vessel- exemplifying just how bright and blindingly brilliant Prince’s Light shined, how singularly focused he was on his work, mission, purpose.
As my insides churn with envy and profound inadequacy (comparing and despairing), a little voice, whimpering and seeking some solace, whispers: “Is genius/an entity, a creation such as a Prince the exception or the rule?” This voice is challenging me to step back a little from the haze and explore further: Is genius exceptional, elitist, reserved just for some, a very select few or is it a tad more generous and democratic in its form(s)? Hope for me comes with a belief in the latter. Perhaps, this explains the inexplicable pull I’ve been feeling into the Purple Rain – the message I desperately need to hear repeatedly, grasp, own, and, ultimately, share – the work/message that genius in the form formerly known as Prince was really placed on this Earth to do/deliver.
I am reminded of these words uttered by genius currently in the form know as Marianne Williamson:
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world …We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
Heartfelt many thanks for the coming liberation my dearly beloved Prince!
burgeoninc 