Saturday, May 14, 2011

Breathe

For every exhale
You are my breath In
I could no longer
stop my heart beat
than not breathe
You in Love.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

A Delicate Flower

There is a delicate flower
residing on a hill not far from the stars
puzzled by the twinkles
it asks "why don't I sparkle as well?"
silly beautiful flower

An Easter Meditation

     Standing in the shower today my thoughts were on wildness, wilderness and my relation to both.
Needing extended time to be one, in the other, my thoughts turned to Christ.
     Forty days in the wilderness when he needed guidance.  The important thing to note is the difference in meaning and perception between our common understanding of wilderness as the media hype of beauty, happy, hippie, flowers full of peace and godly things.  That's a conceptual notion based the "other", from our cities and our lives.  Christ's wilderness was not the "other" but a place to BE wild.   Free from the strictures of the time.  A place to understand ones self apart from the rules, regulations and norms of society.  A place to truly gain IN-sight.
     My epiphany for the day then, in theme with Easter;  we have spent the last 2000 years (at least) re-creating the Old Testament, not living the New-Testament.  Re-creating the laws of Moses and dressing the Pharisees and the Sadducees in the garb of our lawyers and politicians.
     Christ was a wild man!  Think about the message.  Live free from the strictures of this world, gain your motive, your reason for being from something higher than this greedy "civil" society.
     With brief outings to wildness we grasp at flitting images, vague feelings of larger truths.  Like dreams on the edge of memory after waking.  The wisdom is there but hard to grasp, hard to remember.  So we go about our daily existence with the same foreboding.  Something is amiss, something is off kilter.  Something grand and shattering lurks in the shadowed corners of our crowded daily minds.
     Those corners are only searched when we have the time or will to neglect the clutter and clack of our useless thoughts, hourly schedules and dimformation.
     Forty days and forty nights is a good number, a starting place at least.  Time to rid the mind of external clucking and move at the pace of larger systems, with larger reasons.  It creates the place within where, standing on the hill, looking out over Jerusalem the other son of God tempted " Look-all this can be yours to control, all you need to do is believe in it, forsake all else".
     Yet Jesus replied "No".
A response that comes from a recognition, a cognition of the true value.  What is life in chains?  Especially those chains forged and hammered by our own hands.  Day in and day out.  Tempered Soul Chains, molded from the dying fire of our passions.

Live, Today!, Love, Today!, BE Compassion, Today!

"But now abideth faith, hope, love, these three; and the greatest of these is love."


adapted from a journal entry of 4-16-06

A Father's Prayer- A Mother's Prayer

I look upon my newborn babe
ebullient, clean,
the inquisitiveness of God reaching out
I now understand the chasm and the plead
"please don't partake of the fruit
of knowledge my dearest"
I taste now the bitter sweet
through her trust
though I know that she must
and I feel the divine sorrow
and joy
every day.


12:51am
2/7/08

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

dream

last night i had a most wonderful dream
you and i lay in a tree house
under a warm sun
above a creek

a friend had brought us together

just past noon
i glanced at my watch saying
"you don't have time to go"
and you replied
"i don't have time to stay"

in your company
so lovely
i didn't want to wake


6:08 am
1/18/11

Monday, January 17, 2011

i tell myself

i tell myself stories
about love
and pain
passion
and loss

but in the end
they are but stories
i tell
myself


11:26 pm
1/17/11

Saturday, January 15, 2011

your voice sweetens my day...

an open window
on a warm spring day
inviting
the sweet scent of wild mint
to breath through
above
a soft couch
on a lazy afternoon
beckons me to nap
reminds it's ok to rest
knowing
a secret
on lips lightly smiling
tempting me near
to listen close
and
at times a brick wall
courting me
to bang my head

an open hand
outstretched

you are all these to me
your voice sweetens my day...



1/15/11
1:30 pm