there was a brilliant glow turning black into light,
as breathlessly I beckoned the call of my flight
the earth stopped its spin, ending the race
tell me -
what did I see before I saw your face?
the black sky was so still as if frozen in time
awaiting the change to a thaw most divine
then came morning's light melting ice into blue
tell me-
what did I drink before I drank you?
tickled and silly and drowning in space
the euphoric end of hearts wild, without pace
I surrender to you and beckon this death
tell me-
did I ever breathe before you were my breath?
a hungry mingling of souls' limbs to touch
this heated fury of waters that rush
swimming in a notion known by so few
tell me-
what was love before I loved you?
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Monday, March 18, 2013
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
anonymous
Remember the times that we loved
when we ran,
our hair flying in the wind,
As we soared...with
our arms spread across the sky
embracing the currents
of ecstasy
A thousand times I have fallen
my heart racing,
and breaking and churning,
as I loved,
my eyes closed as I felt
the soft calling of
your laughter, your burning fire
For ever I will be with you
although I never
knew your name-just your face
for one inimitable speck of time
for you filled my heart
with wonder, filled it with hope
you brought me home again
Like birds we were free to fly
...but maybe you never even saw me
Love is eternal-even when it seems to live for just one moment
when we ran,
our hair flying in the wind,
As we soared...with
our arms spread across the sky
embracing the currents
of ecstasy
A thousand times I have fallen
my heart racing,
and breaking and churning,
as I loved,
my eyes closed as I felt
the soft calling of
your laughter, your burning fire
For ever I will be with you
although I never
knew your name-just your face
for one inimitable speck of time
for you filled my heart
with wonder, filled it with hope
you brought me home again
Like birds we were free to fly
...but maybe you never even saw me
Love is eternal-even when it seems to live for just one moment
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Breath of fresh air
It's hard to look at anything when you're standing in a thick fog. It hovers, quenches, engulfs and blinds you so that what you have left, is only to feel. Love is a lot like that.
Staring into the sun we can no longer see anything but light. Feeling my sight, or what I think I see, fading away - I realize that love is a lot like that.
In last week's dream I was falling endlessly. I never hit the bottom of anything so I gave in to the sensation and just fell, enjoying the rush. Knowing that I could not be hurt I wondered if real love was like that.
Yesterday I watched from the safety behind the glass, how the wind whisked away the branches, the dust, the leaves and the flowers. It rearranged hair and clothes, as shrieks of uncertain delight rang from the lungs of the innocents. I found myself yearning for love to sweep me away-just like that.
Staring into the sun we can no longer see anything but light. Feeling my sight, or what I think I see, fading away - I realize that love is a lot like that.
In last week's dream I was falling endlessly. I never hit the bottom of anything so I gave in to the sensation and just fell, enjoying the rush. Knowing that I could not be hurt I wondered if real love was like that.
Yesterday I watched from the safety behind the glass, how the wind whisked away the branches, the dust, the leaves and the flowers. It rearranged hair and clothes, as shrieks of uncertain delight rang from the lungs of the innocents. I found myself yearning for love to sweep me away-just like that.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Tilt
We've all been there at one time or another, I believe. Where the friend you thought you'd always have is gone. Leaving you so alone with no one to tell your secrets to, except yourself. They sound extra silly, echoing off of the loneliness of just you.
You never really echoed back but I always loved that you were there-something to absorb my sounds. I always thought you cared. But now that it all goes bouncing around aimlessly, I can't be sure of anything, other than that I did care. Care has no weight or measure. You will never see what I saw unless we both play the game.
You never really echoed back but I always loved that you were there-something to absorb my sounds. I always thought you cared. But now that it all goes bouncing around aimlessly, I can't be sure of anything, other than that I did care. Care has no weight or measure. You will never see what I saw unless we both play the game.
I broke the sweetest heart tonight
'twas one that I thought was gone forever
I melted all over the place
...his face as I fizzled in my own tears
til his warm heart and
long strong arms reached out
to touch me, to hold me, to be with me
and his true soul became the grace that held me
no longer my babe,
now the man
of strength and steel
the man who cared more
for another than for his own self
the man who heard me cry and felt my pain
He chipped off the old block and became
something more beautiful...something so much better
So proud of you, son!
'twas one that I thought was gone forever
I melted all over the place
...his face as I fizzled in my own tears
til his warm heart and
long strong arms reached out
to touch me, to hold me, to be with me
and his true soul became the grace that held me
no longer my babe,
now the man
of strength and steel
the man who cared more
for another than for his own self
the man who heard me cry and felt my pain
He chipped off the old block and became
something more beautiful...something so much better
So proud of you, son!
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Come on, now touch me, baby...
Light does not fade
Steam does not cool
as quickly as it spreads
its heat across the planes
of eternity,
filling space with its warmth
too much space between the
fiery little missiles that spill
much like all of the space
between the light that reaches
across time, across space
reaching, eventually, you
imagine, for a minute,
if there was infinite
light
infinite love, infinite warmth
and understanding
how much brighter, warmer and more loving
life would be
as WE fill the spaces between, call it life... with our light and our love
...just say'n....
Steam does not cool
as quickly as it spreads
its heat across the planes
of eternity,
filling space with its warmth
too much space between the
fiery little missiles that spill
much like all of the space
between the light that reaches
across time, across space
reaching, eventually, you
imagine, for a minute,
if there was infinite
light
infinite love, infinite warmth
and understanding
how much brighter, warmer and more loving
life would be
as WE fill the spaces between, call it life... with our light and our love
...just say'n....
Saturday, February 23, 2013
the wrong hope
The things that make, break and mold us are those that we cannot control, such as love, light, darkness, fear, courage, strength, and maybe hope. We can't change anything about anyone else and only those things in ourselves that we desire to. One by one the fascia fall away when we learn to let go and let good take control. That's the good in all, not just in me. There is no good in me if I see the absence of good in another. We are all just waiting to be love, and yes, just walking each other home.
What real joy is there in a rainbow, beyond perception's harvest?
Can't touch or feel it, can't make it into anything other than the feeling
it conjures in your heart and mind.
We can remember these sights, but why would we?
Because they offer an inlet-a calmer bay where the ocean's roar
cannot coax us from our silence?
Because beautiful dreams are more hopeful than
the tangible ugliness of dirty hands and broken hearts?
Before the sun burned through the clouds,
when I could not see the dark hills hiding in
the swells of the midnight storm...
I danced in the rain where none could see me
Hold my hands together, bathed in the dawning light
just above my heart where I can swoosh the dark away
and not see the demons I had twirled with
in this luminous, iridescent new awaking dream
Shine...the world awaits your beauty
What real joy is there in a rainbow, beyond perception's harvest?
Can't touch or feel it, can't make it into anything other than the feeling
it conjures in your heart and mind.
We can remember these sights, but why would we?
Because they offer an inlet-a calmer bay where the ocean's roar
cannot coax us from our silence?
Because beautiful dreams are more hopeful than
the tangible ugliness of dirty hands and broken hearts?
Before the sun burned through the clouds,
when I could not see the dark hills hiding in
the swells of the midnight storm...
I danced in the rain where none could see me
Hold my hands together, bathed in the dawning light
just above my heart where I can swoosh the dark away
and not see the demons I had twirled with
in this luminous, iridescent new awaking dream
Shine...the world awaits your beauty
Friday, February 15, 2013
crescendo
We were there when the light waned
leaving us in a dark quandary
motionless
paralyzed, incapable of remembering
what we came here for
There was the time
that sweet, fruitful time filled with laughter
when you showed me your heart, shared your soul
completely
but now you just leave me hanging in the dark
wondering, wandering...what is this "we?"
the sun sank so quickly tonight
racing stripes of pink heartbreak trickling
across the gray, unsettled sky
I watched the light fade
Night crept in as the sun slipped away
I saw you there, telling jokes about
the way
we were and how you never hoped we'd be
in your broken heart
but the sun faded anyway,
in spite of the hands you kept on playing
and its light did not fail to spray
across the heavens and in the dark
shone the moon, the mirror of our ways
Light does not fade
although sometimes I feel it slip away
through my fingers
but it always shines on the face of the man
the one that knows, always knows the love
...the man on the moon
leaving us in a dark quandary
motionless
paralyzed, incapable of remembering
what we came here for
There was the time
that sweet, fruitful time filled with laughter
when you showed me your heart, shared your soul
completely
but now you just leave me hanging in the dark
wondering, wandering...what is this "we?"
the sun sank so quickly tonight
racing stripes of pink heartbreak trickling
across the gray, unsettled sky
I watched the light fade
Night crept in as the sun slipped away
I saw you there, telling jokes about
the way
we were and how you never hoped we'd be
in your broken heart
but the sun faded anyway,
in spite of the hands you kept on playing
and its light did not fail to spray
across the heavens and in the dark
shone the moon, the mirror of our ways
Light does not fade
although sometimes I feel it slip away
through my fingers
but it always shines on the face of the man
the one that knows, always knows the love
...the man on the moon
Thursday, February 14, 2013
24 / 7
Don't think for a minute, please
that my silence means anything other
than love and light that fills every
millisecond with love for you
No, not an hour passes where
I don't send you the light of love
in my heart
Not a week is weakened by forgetting
Your name is the call of my heart
even when I can't remember your name
I am with you always and no,
I will never forget
Although I wonder if you think I do
I just let go because you told me to
Love doesn't die, but sometimes it seems to hide
but it doesn't, it's just filling the space inside
of time
that my silence means anything other
than love and light that fills every
millisecond with love for you
No, not an hour passes where
I don't send you the light of love
in my heart
Not a week is weakened by forgetting
Your name is the call of my heart
even when I can't remember your name
I am with you always and no,
I will never forget
Although I wonder if you think I do
I just let go because you told me to
Love doesn't die, but sometimes it seems to hide
but it doesn't, it's just filling the space inside
of time
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Just a spoonful of sugar... helps
Swallow it- that smooth little pill which battles
the disease that cloud the gut
To arm you with the strength of truth and light,
holding our sickness at bay
Weren't you the one who didn't let me
swallow the tantalizing poison?
Weren't you the one who let me taste the raw blood
of your beautiful soul?
With all of the thorns of truth and ugliness,
naked in its own?
...disarming the thief in me
who would have taken your will to be better?
I always thought that I was here to help you, but it was you who helped me. I'm sorry that it took me so long to see you. Thank you for walking me home, Honey.
the disease that cloud the gut
To arm you with the strength of truth and light,
holding our sickness at bay
Weren't you the one who didn't let me
swallow the tantalizing poison?
Weren't you the one who let me taste the raw blood
of your beautiful soul?
With all of the thorns of truth and ugliness,
naked in its own?
...disarming the thief in me
who would have taken your will to be better?
I always thought that I was here to help you, but it was you who helped me. I'm sorry that it took me so long to see you. Thank you for walking me home, Honey.
Heavenly (Monkey see, monkey do)
Close your eyes and open your heart
Cover your ears and listen with your enlivened soul
Bind your feet and fly with me through the stars
Lay down your flesh and live forever in the depth
of love
Maybe you shouldn't throw away the polluted notion of god just yet. Maybe god is just the collective force of beauty that rises up from all of the love that we create-in our words, movements, songs, strokes, flips, curls, struts, bounces, and certainly our lovings.
So if we are just stardust brought to life by a random series of events, we are not unlike those magical packets of sea monkeys that I used to save up and order from the comic books, as a child. I would stare endlessly at the fishbowl for hours and days, waiting for the magic of life to occur. Sometimes, for some things, I'm afraid I still wait, lingering in the longing. OMG...
Cover your ears and listen with your enlivened soul
Bind your feet and fly with me through the stars
Lay down your flesh and live forever in the depth
of love
Maybe you shouldn't throw away the polluted notion of god just yet. Maybe god is just the collective force of beauty that rises up from all of the love that we create-in our words, movements, songs, strokes, flips, curls, struts, bounces, and certainly our lovings.
So if we are just stardust brought to life by a random series of events, we are not unlike those magical packets of sea monkeys that I used to save up and order from the comic books, as a child. I would stare endlessly at the fishbowl for hours and days, waiting for the magic of life to occur. Sometimes, for some things, I'm afraid I still wait, lingering in the longing. OMG...
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Hit me with your best shot...
Being with sadness isn't all that bad. It's a better place to be, than running from it. Unfortunately it has left me a bit scattered and for a girl who aims to always be sharper than the tack, a bit disoriented. A bit of a relief, as well, if I allow myself to be honest.
In the midst of this fog I took one wrong step. Just one-and down I went. I don't remember the fall and maybe it was because I didn't fight it-I just let go. Or maybe it was because I whacked my head so hard on the way down and falling through a black hole leaves no accounting of what happened. My whole body is reeling from the pain now and I ask-how could every limb have sustained the brunt of the fall? How is it that my whole self hurts?
Being in pain isn't all that bad. This will pass, the fuzziness will fade, the sprains will heal and the bruises will disappear. While I wait I will just be with it. Gotta stay still til my head gets better, so this is a great time to be silent and just listen. A lot of what I'm hearing doesn't make sense. But that's the people talking to me, asking if I'm okay or what day I think it is. I am okay. This is today, the day that I cannot run from my hurting heart. There's nothing wrong with being with pain. It's an honest place to be.
In the midst of this fog I took one wrong step. Just one-and down I went. I don't remember the fall and maybe it was because I didn't fight it-I just let go. Or maybe it was because I whacked my head so hard on the way down and falling through a black hole leaves no accounting of what happened. My whole body is reeling from the pain now and I ask-how could every limb have sustained the brunt of the fall? How is it that my whole self hurts?
Being in pain isn't all that bad. This will pass, the fuzziness will fade, the sprains will heal and the bruises will disappear. While I wait I will just be with it. Gotta stay still til my head gets better, so this is a great time to be silent and just listen. A lot of what I'm hearing doesn't make sense. But that's the people talking to me, asking if I'm okay or what day I think it is. I am okay. This is today, the day that I cannot run from my hurting heart. There's nothing wrong with being with pain. It's an honest place to be.
Saturday, January 26, 2013
DJ 01 26 13 (Ridesonclouds)
Floating across the valley, the clouds were level with my eye as their fluffy, white tentacles grazed the bowl beneath them. They beckoned me to come ride them as if they were the poles of a carousel, the clouds the calliope.
Dreams are for living when we dare to take chances, when we dare to love that which fuels the feeling of being alive. It's all about love. It is our breath. Love is life, in every which way that we love.
This morning as I awoke as a different person, the earth called me by a new name as she proclaimed to the heavens, she ridesonclouds.
Come and play with me...
I'm waiting.
Dreams are for living when we dare to take chances, when we dare to love that which fuels the feeling of being alive. It's all about love. It is our breath. Love is life, in every which way that we love.
This morning as I awoke as a different person, the earth called me by a new name as she proclaimed to the heavens, she ridesonclouds.
Come and play with me...
I'm waiting.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Two days ago while I dreamed of death
in just one fraction of a minute he drew his final breath
I didn't even know he was dying
He never told me
He did tell me many dark secrets
and I loved to watch him laugh
even in his darkest hours I could not cast
upon him hate
His honesty, even in his darkness
lightened my heart
For who, if ever or any,
can see through the darkness, the dark?
My heart hurts thinking of how he suffered at the end. And my heart hurts because he didn't tell me. How did I not matter? Why don't I ever matter? Did I just not hear the light through his silence?
Some truths come to us in waves-but in the end it is all about love. Everything always is. Did I give enough? Did he receive it? In the end, was he grateful for all that he had? It just doesn't matter any more, does it? For now he has it ALL. He is the light of love, scattered across the heavens. May he live in peace.
Yeah. That's real love.
Ask me anything you want
take whatever you think you need
Know that I will surely give
for love has made a slave of me
Towering tree beyond my reach
ever stretching toward the sky
never does it fail to shelter
the restless wings of tireless flight
nor does the ocean cease to harbor
whales or turtles or angle faced fish
with never a question and never a doubt
for love's beating heart is anonymous
It's not that I crave your hungry, warm kisses
or the grasp of your strong, searching hand
These treats after all are not mine to savor
but I once saw your heart in the world of forever
So ask what you will and take what you need
for mine is the deepest pleasure
when I pray that I give you what you need to become
love's devoted slave, forever
if not for me, then for the world...
in just one fraction of a minute he drew his final breath
I didn't even know he was dying
He never told me
He did tell me many dark secrets
and I loved to watch him laugh
even in his darkest hours I could not cast
upon him hate
His honesty, even in his darkness
lightened my heart
For who, if ever or any,
can see through the darkness, the dark?
My heart hurts thinking of how he suffered at the end. And my heart hurts because he didn't tell me. How did I not matter? Why don't I ever matter? Did I just not hear the light through his silence?
Some truths come to us in waves-but in the end it is all about love. Everything always is. Did I give enough? Did he receive it? In the end, was he grateful for all that he had? It just doesn't matter any more, does it? For now he has it ALL. He is the light of love, scattered across the heavens. May he live in peace.
Yeah. That's real love.
Ask me anything you want
take whatever you think you need
Know that I will surely give
for love has made a slave of me
Towering tree beyond my reach
ever stretching toward the sky
never does it fail to shelter
the restless wings of tireless flight
nor does the ocean cease to harbor
whales or turtles or angle faced fish
with never a question and never a doubt
for love's beating heart is anonymous
It's not that I crave your hungry, warm kisses
or the grasp of your strong, searching hand
These treats after all are not mine to savor
but I once saw your heart in the world of forever
So ask what you will and take what you need
for mine is the deepest pleasure
when I pray that I give you what you need to become
love's devoted slave, forever
if not for me, then for the world...
Monday, January 21, 2013
Death be not loud
in the night's sweet light
his dream awakened me
and gave a light to mine
in the morning's dawning
his loving presence arose
inside the truth of my own
his vision's one for all
opened my eye and
my heart's strong hands, to matter
through the fog of confusion
and the haze of misunderstanding
his love beckoned me, come on home
come home
Go ahead and die a little,
my spirit whispered...
be with him in your brokenness
where you will see clearly,
hear the truth of the silence
and live forever in peace
Give it up! Abandon the notions of your rightness. Let the lies that confine you in their wicked sense of righteousness miraculously fall to the ground. Don't be what you were told to be, what you are lured to see-be what will save us all.
For all of the challenges that were put forth today, as they ring in the silent tombs of your hearts, please know that THIS is a good day to die.
his dream awakened me
and gave a light to mine
in the morning's dawning
his loving presence arose
inside the truth of my own
his vision's one for all
opened my eye and
my heart's strong hands, to matter
through the fog of confusion
and the haze of misunderstanding
his love beckoned me, come on home
come home
Go ahead and die a little,
my spirit whispered...
be with him in your brokenness
where you will see clearly,
hear the truth of the silence
and live forever in peace
Give it up! Abandon the notions of your rightness. Let the lies that confine you in their wicked sense of righteousness miraculously fall to the ground. Don't be what you were told to be, what you are lured to see-be what will save us all.
For all of the challenges that were put forth today, as they ring in the silent tombs of your hearts, please know that THIS is a good day to die.
Saturday, January 12, 2013
And so it is...
DJ 01 12 13
In the early morning my heart prays to be more beautiful...with a soul more vibrant and a heart more open than it ever was before.
Living in love in any moment induces a profound eternal magnitude where we live forever in the rush of infinite peace and light-all encapsulated in just one tiny second. Returning to human form we notice that a "life" time has passed us by. Or has it? Perhaps we were one with all of life, reaping all of the love of the multitudes. No, sister, not heavy. Light.
My love knows compassion and kindness.
My love seeks a love that makes the world better. Together we will do our part.
My love longs to hear my voice. No, our voice. And I I hear him.
My love melts the ghostly ice that shelters me from living in love. Again and again, never despairing for he sees the green hills beneath the sparkling frost. He runs barefoot through them and twirls the blades in his fingers til his heat of his love reaps eternal spring.
My love respects and cherishes my walk, my talk and my songs.
My love creates desire with me. My love sings to me. My love makes us more beautiful.
My love lights a flame that melts all of the scraps into a beautiful light. Together we will light the brightest days and the darkest nights.
My love knows me.
My love finds me.
My love is here now.
My love is here.
Oh, but it always was.
In the early morning my heart prays to be more beautiful...with a soul more vibrant and a heart more open than it ever was before.
Living in love in any moment induces a profound eternal magnitude where we live forever in the rush of infinite peace and light-all encapsulated in just one tiny second. Returning to human form we notice that a "life" time has passed us by. Or has it? Perhaps we were one with all of life, reaping all of the love of the multitudes. No, sister, not heavy. Light.
My love knows compassion and kindness.
My love seeks a love that makes the world better. Together we will do our part.
My love longs to hear my voice. No, our voice. And I I hear him.
My love melts the ghostly ice that shelters me from living in love. Again and again, never despairing for he sees the green hills beneath the sparkling frost. He runs barefoot through them and twirls the blades in his fingers til his heat of his love reaps eternal spring.
My love respects and cherishes my walk, my talk and my songs.
My love creates desire with me. My love sings to me. My love makes us more beautiful.
My love lights a flame that melts all of the scraps into a beautiful light. Together we will light the brightest days and the darkest nights.
My love knows me.
My love finds me.
My love is here now.
My love is here.
Oh, but it always was.
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Without god
You think I'm wrong?
Can a whale comprehend fire?
Does the bird know how it feels to swim?
How can a star ever know darkness?
How can you know the magic in my heart? The song of my soul? The pinnacles of my joy or the the heat of my desires?
Teach me-I'm listening
Can a whale comprehend fire?
Does the bird know how it feels to swim?
How can a star ever know darkness?
How can you know the magic in my heart? The song of my soul? The pinnacles of my joy or the the heat of my desires?
Teach me-I'm listening
Sunday, January 6, 2013
DJ 01 06 13
Found fortune...
Less air than there should be in the cold, dank basement which had been drowning in dark far too long. The mold and grunge which grew on every surface polluted the air and filled the space which should have been filled with light.
A sonic boom blew open the window held closed by a mere latch on the outside- but who could have known, in all of that dark that my jailor was not as mighty as my captivity.
Just one filtered, diluted ray of light found its way in, casting truth on the faces of the inhabitants of the cellar- nineteen blackened crows and one little girl who held what might have been a white one. Once the reality that the window was truly open set in, the birds all took flight, except for the light one who waited patiently in grace.
"Little one," said Grace, "climb onto my back and let us see what we've been missing." Soaring up past the gray and into the light where the skies were blue and the clouds were white, came a voice so cheerfully singing that grace would set you free.
In the waking hours I asked the meaning and sat in silence waiting for an answer. Guilt- so many of its flavors have been weighing me down. Guilt, which is not a divine gift, but stands in its way, convincing us that we are not worthy, that we are not beautiful, should be put to death. It keeps me from feeling and finding the love that I need and desire.
A couple of nights ago I got Chinese food and thought that it was odd that there were only two fortune cookies in the bag when we had ordered three entrees. We shared the cookies and laughed at the messages. This morning I dropped something onto the floor of my car and when I reached down to get it, I came up instead, with a recovered fortune cookie. I laughed, cracked it open and read the sweetest fortune ever. It said...
The star of happiness is shining on you.
And so it is!
My love is warm
My love is kind
My love is thoughtful
My love is strong
My love adores me
My love is smart and funny
My love holds me closely
Thank you
Less air than there should be in the cold, dank basement which had been drowning in dark far too long. The mold and grunge which grew on every surface polluted the air and filled the space which should have been filled with light.
A sonic boom blew open the window held closed by a mere latch on the outside- but who could have known, in all of that dark that my jailor was not as mighty as my captivity.
Just one filtered, diluted ray of light found its way in, casting truth on the faces of the inhabitants of the cellar- nineteen blackened crows and one little girl who held what might have been a white one. Once the reality that the window was truly open set in, the birds all took flight, except for the light one who waited patiently in grace.
"Little one," said Grace, "climb onto my back and let us see what we've been missing." Soaring up past the gray and into the light where the skies were blue and the clouds were white, came a voice so cheerfully singing that grace would set you free.
In the waking hours I asked the meaning and sat in silence waiting for an answer. Guilt- so many of its flavors have been weighing me down. Guilt, which is not a divine gift, but stands in its way, convincing us that we are not worthy, that we are not beautiful, should be put to death. It keeps me from feeling and finding the love that I need and desire.
A couple of nights ago I got Chinese food and thought that it was odd that there were only two fortune cookies in the bag when we had ordered three entrees. We shared the cookies and laughed at the messages. This morning I dropped something onto the floor of my car and when I reached down to get it, I came up instead, with a recovered fortune cookie. I laughed, cracked it open and read the sweetest fortune ever. It said...
The star of happiness is shining on you.
And so it is!
My love is warm
My love is kind
My love is thoughtful
My love is strong
My love adores me
My love is smart and funny
My love holds me closely
Thank you
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
I'm melting...
With just five minutes before the new year was to begin, there I was-laughing my ass off alongside a truly wonderful person. The last thing that I wanted to happen yesterday was to let the year slip away with a boring, meaningless and lonely day. We had agreed to start the evening by attending a Burning Bowl ceremony, but otherwise we were going to be winging it.
While laughing so hard that I was gasping, it occurred to me that this moment was my choice. It was a combination of my decision, my invitation and my action which landed me right there. It was my friend's choice to share some vulnerable truths from her own life that landed us on a bluff with a calloused homeless man who helped me to realize that ignoring our pain and difficulty just turns our hearts to stone. What have I been surviving if I've shut myself out of my own house... my own heart?
As I have been opening myself up to extraordinary realities, the rush of emotions have broken the damn barriers which I hoped would shield my heart from breaking. But without the rushing waters, or yes, even the floods- we dehydrate, shrivel and die anyway. Every time I am touched by the sight of beauty or love, I cry. Every time someone does something nice for me, I get all misty. And every time I invite love to me, I melt.
The hard truth for me is that I am an excellent source of giving love. I guess, as a sponge who needed love's waters as a child; I never knew the getting. So as I have grown all that I knew was how to give it so that those whom I adored, would get it. But for someone to really get me, I'm going to have to take theirs, too. To do this I'm going to have to melt the rigid form of my belief, and just be with love.
Staring into the sky on that bluff last night I was taken to a celestial dream where as a beam of light I met another-a blue beam and we mingled and swayed across the sky. A whisper from the ocean below told me- let this love melt your heart.
In the beginning was the word, and the word is melt.
Thank you!
While laughing so hard that I was gasping, it occurred to me that this moment was my choice. It was a combination of my decision, my invitation and my action which landed me right there. It was my friend's choice to share some vulnerable truths from her own life that landed us on a bluff with a calloused homeless man who helped me to realize that ignoring our pain and difficulty just turns our hearts to stone. What have I been surviving if I've shut myself out of my own house... my own heart?
As I have been opening myself up to extraordinary realities, the rush of emotions have broken the damn barriers which I hoped would shield my heart from breaking. But without the rushing waters, or yes, even the floods- we dehydrate, shrivel and die anyway. Every time I am touched by the sight of beauty or love, I cry. Every time someone does something nice for me, I get all misty. And every time I invite love to me, I melt.
The hard truth for me is that I am an excellent source of giving love. I guess, as a sponge who needed love's waters as a child; I never knew the getting. So as I have grown all that I knew was how to give it so that those whom I adored, would get it. But for someone to really get me, I'm going to have to take theirs, too. To do this I'm going to have to melt the rigid form of my belief, and just be with love.
Staring into the sky on that bluff last night I was taken to a celestial dream where as a beam of light I met another-a blue beam and we mingled and swayed across the sky. A whisper from the ocean below told me- let this love melt your heart.
In the beginning was the word, and the word is melt.
Thank you!
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