Help me to take off
Into my pathless, pure delight,
By always holding in your heart
My hummingbird wing, a thin pretense of flight.
A freshness as of twilight brushes
Against you as you flutter me inside,
And each imprisoned wing-beat pushes
Back the horizon tenderly closer to you.
It's dizzying; shivers run through space
Like a tenderly planted kiss, which mad
At being born for one woman's face ,
Can not discharge, nor yet subside.
Your tender look where our eyes collide.
Kisses, blushing, laughter stifled,
Don't you feel heaven is a tad bit shy?
Linger there and hide in my embrace.
We started at dawn as we spread out our blanket,
We layed there under the bluest Autumn sky.
As evening had fallen upon us, we had not moved.
Lost in the in green and brown of each others eyes.
For love is not just a function of sight
Beautiful objects will, of course, inspire
Possessive urges--you need not despise
My soft, green eyes. It is only My Lord I desire
Inflamed for a woman who's out of fashion,
Lacking in glamor-plain, in fact-that fire
Is genuine; that's the authentic passion.
Beauty, though, any critic can admire.
You put away the cellphone,
Leave the computer behind.
I'll get high on you, enamored
No need for the intoxication of wine.
Come away alone with me ...
Letting the day get away...
Feeling unbridled passion...
Chosing to simply let your heart play...
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Last Tears
The sting of loves tears
which didn't fall until she was gone
back to the place where they were buried
and even now whose freshness would grow stale
except for the moments as familiar as the taste
of these last tears...
I have stretched for as long as possible
her hair is a river whose source is too deep,
too wide, and too thick to mark
I have walked naked & barefoot down streets
full of potholes being tarred over,
but there is never enough
to cover the places I have to go to find the space
as familiar as the taste
of these last tears...
I acend from this stagnant plateau to a place
where forgotten experience waits
with memories of what was and what was to be
and call for respite from distractions below
soul searching to forego sure descent
to lose the place as familiar
as the taste of these last tears...
which didn't fall until she was gone
back to the place where they were buried
and even now whose freshness would grow stale
except for the moments as familiar as the taste
of these last tears...
I have stretched for as long as possible
her hair is a river whose source is too deep,
too wide, and too thick to mark
I have walked naked & barefoot down streets
full of potholes being tarred over,
but there is never enough
to cover the places I have to go to find the space
as familiar as the taste
of these last tears...
I acend from this stagnant plateau to a place
where forgotten experience waits
with memories of what was and what was to be
and call for respite from distractions below
soul searching to forego sure descent
to lose the place as familiar
as the taste of these last tears...
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Does Size Really Matter?
With CNN's battle to reach 1,000,000 "followers" on Twitter and all this talk of Ashton Kutcher, caused me think back to a recent conversation I had with a friend in reference to this social media "craze". It seems to SOME, having a BIG Twitter following is really important. Without any "qualifying statement", that was what I was told during my conversation. It SEEMS that whatever the masses "think" is what is really important.
I say that's one GIGANTIC load of crap!
Just like in traditional marketing, a CLEAR understanding of each tools' strengths and weaknesses, lined up against attainable metrics for a given business or marketing challenge is "key". Then, building the right components and metrics for each, is what puts a marketer on the path to a successful EFFORT. The ROI will come as you look at your OVERALL program objectives, not the success or failure of ONE particular channel.
And that's where it ALL has to start. In business, whether we are building a Web site, doing SEO planning, creating a visual display campaign, or looking at Web 2.0 as a "tool" to use, it all must start with a clearly defined business or marketing objective. As in life, (at least for me) it is "quality" of content (attraction marketing), versus "quantity". A small amount of something that actually works is far better than alot of something isn't working bearing the objective in mind. Again, reminiscent of being and looking "busy" rather than being "productive". If the objective is to gain time freedom and put more money in your bottom line, then make sure that the things you are doing are actually "accomplishing that objective".
Does the size of your Twitter count matter? The answer is - that it "depends"! As in life, there are many "variables". Most critical is in the size of the RESULTS against your business plan.
Twitter and/or ANY "social media" and ALL "marketing efforts" need to be measured on one thing - How much PROFITABILITY does it drive? Yes, I will be the first to say that sometimes measurement is indirect; but ULTIMATELY, in the area of "doing business" $1 spent needs to drive MORE than that $1 in PROFIT. Everything else is just a social game of monopoly.
I say that's one GIGANTIC load of crap!
Just like in traditional marketing, a CLEAR understanding of each tools' strengths and weaknesses, lined up against attainable metrics for a given business or marketing challenge is "key". Then, building the right components and metrics for each, is what puts a marketer on the path to a successful EFFORT. The ROI will come as you look at your OVERALL program objectives, not the success or failure of ONE particular channel.
And that's where it ALL has to start. In business, whether we are building a Web site, doing SEO planning, creating a visual display campaign, or looking at Web 2.0 as a "tool" to use, it all must start with a clearly defined business or marketing objective. As in life, (at least for me) it is "quality" of content (attraction marketing), versus "quantity". A small amount of something that actually works is far better than alot of something isn't working bearing the objective in mind. Again, reminiscent of being and looking "busy" rather than being "productive". If the objective is to gain time freedom and put more money in your bottom line, then make sure that the things you are doing are actually "accomplishing that objective".
Does the size of your Twitter count matter? The answer is - that it "depends"! As in life, there are many "variables". Most critical is in the size of the RESULTS against your business plan.
Twitter and/or ANY "social media" and ALL "marketing efforts" need to be measured on one thing - How much PROFITABILITY does it drive? Yes, I will be the first to say that sometimes measurement is indirect; but ULTIMATELY, in the area of "doing business" $1 spent needs to drive MORE than that $1 in PROFIT. Everything else is just a social game of monopoly.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
An Angelic Presense
Somewhere
between living and dying,
fall and spring,
morning and night,
waking and sleeping,
silence and noise,
together and apart,
haunted and visited,
are so many words...
unspoken
blocked behind this
wall of silence
you filled my dreams
with promises of forever.
breathing in
and waiting to exhale,
there is a place
only you can reach.
yet, my bed is clearly
occupied by only
One.
as shadows dance,
the lights go out-
i am trapped in the haze.
i am lost in
the maze...
one-eyed and crawling
into the place
where you are-
where nothing is everything
that I could hope for
in silent prayers.
from all the dawns
and moons gone by,
I'd chose lazy Sundays...
ruby-red entrancement
when the ache you lathered
rang strong and sweet.
I'll hold it tight to my breast
to infuse
your breath with mine.
once drawing precisely
its ghost to my lips
to sample yours.
you whisper
and pull me to you
i watch your eyes
crystal and almost clear-
i catch you in my breath...
scarlet kindle retrieved-
the way your eyes
lit bonfires in my heart,
and the heat of it
dancing across the desert of my longing...
in a place where you can start
all over again-
tomorrow...
in a place of hope.
between living and dying,
fall and spring,
morning and night,
waking and sleeping,
silence and noise,
together and apart,
haunted and visited,
are so many words...
unspoken
blocked behind this
wall of silence
you filled my dreams
with promises of forever.
breathing in
and waiting to exhale,
there is a place
only you can reach.
yet, my bed is clearly
occupied by only
One.
as shadows dance,
the lights go out-
i am trapped in the haze.
i am lost in
the maze...
one-eyed and crawling
into the place
where you are-
where nothing is everything
that I could hope for
in silent prayers.
from all the dawns
and moons gone by,
I'd chose lazy Sundays...
ruby-red entrancement
when the ache you lathered
rang strong and sweet.
I'll hold it tight to my breast
to infuse
your breath with mine.
once drawing precisely
its ghost to my lips
to sample yours.
you whisper
and pull me to you
i watch your eyes
crystal and almost clear-
i catch you in my breath...
scarlet kindle retrieved-
the way your eyes
lit bonfires in my heart,
and the heat of it
dancing across the desert of my longing...
in a place where you can start
all over again-
tomorrow...
in a place of hope.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
What are YOU serving?
These past couple of weeks have been extremely "trying"! Somewhere between the great divide and conquer, scatter the sheep and gather them again, black and white and all the grey areas in between, the "he" said & "she" said, the confusion and chaos, in darkness and light, the east coast and the west coast, numbers and figures, arguments and presentations, the lost and the found... in the deep recesses of my mind, my heart whispered...
What really matters to YOU?
Your values are an "activating intelligence" in your life, guiding you toward the noble tasks that are yours alone to do. There are moments in all our lives that "reveal" these values. Their significance lies not only in what meaning WE make of them, but also what we allow those moments to make of US.
If we are really honest with ourselves, we must admit that "our lives" are all that really belong to us, so it is HOW we use "our lives" that determines what kind of persons we are! And it is my deepest belief that only by giving our lives do we find "life". I am convinced that the truest act of COURAGE, the strongest act of humanity is to SACRIFICE ourselves for something higher-that which WE believe in and love deeply! In essence "Our Why".
I wonder why it is that we so often "imprison" ourselves in the "opinions" of other people. There can be no greater punishment worse than conspiring in our own diminishment. (Getting caught up in the games people play-the tearing down of another to make ones self feel larger, pitting one again another with "gossip.") Yet liberation, ultimately, is a SOLITARY and stubborn affair, requiring old-fashioned cussedness and much rehearsal! Often, in "standing FOR what we believe in", others may misunderstand that PASSION and mistake it as ANGER. I am okay with that.
I am reminded of Jesus when he went into the Temple and turned over the "money-tables" and then took a cat of nine tales to the backs of those "merchants" selling mite infested doves to God's children to offer as a "sacrifice"...not "sweet" merciful Jesus. You see the Temple was to be a "place of prayer" and a "dove" was merely a "symbolic sacrificial offering" to God. The "offering" was supposed to come from the BEST one had to give of theirself. So those only concerned with lining their "coffers" SET-UP camp with a "substitute offering" and Robbed God's people of the sacrifice, and in the process broke the connection with God...all the while making a profit off their pain. Jesus's PASSION was for His People, and it enraged Him to see "merchants" whose only care was for "money" PREY upon His people...so he drove them out and exposed them for WHAT they were....profiteers only! They had no concern for those entering into the Temple in hopelessness in need of Mercy!
So, I have been asking the question all day today..."Where Am I Meant To BE Shining?"
Is "the life" I'm living "the life" that wants to live in me? The only questions that really matter to me are, "Who are you BECOMING?" and "WHAT KIND OF WORLD" are we leaving for the next generation? These words should move like a fire across all of our hearts. I hear it now...the silence that gathers as each of you read this blog. I know you are thinking, "I am only one person, how do I even dare to begin to think about these questions without feeling dispair?"
I float in the space between my questions...unanchored, unchained. I know most won't be able to answer them...most are reading this and scratcing their heads wondering have they entered into the Twilight Zone. Yet, I need to ask them, again and again, to use those questions to find MY way on this path...this journey of MYsoul!
There is a coolness to this summer breeze reminding me of the winter season. I wonder at this sweet and peaceful moment when the trees shed their leaves and stand barren before the cold chill of winter and the only "life" source is in the "roots" which have grown deeply hidden "beneathe the surface"! They are such a wonder, "connected" in the invisible, yet "seperate" as they emerge from the soil, reaching, THRUSTING themselves into this magnificently wide, blue-blazen sky that holds everything in its embrace!
I have a friend who is lonely she says, yet even now, when I am absolutely "alone", I feel "connected" to a community larger than I can even imagine. The deeper I go "into myself", the more "inter-connected" I realize I REALLY am---thus there is truly no ROOM for loneliness; therefore, I have come to realize that what most call lonliness is merely a lack of "connectiveness" to that which is defining Who we truly are. When we lose sight of Spirit, and the knowledge that we are FIRST Spiritual Beings, it is easy to get "caught-up" in the things of the "flesh" (gossip, pride, foolishness and mayhem)...all which sever the "spiritual connection". It is in those quiet alone moments when I feel the most alive.
I smile immensely at this moment for who I have been and who I WILL be when life was only a trail of tears, and for who I will be AGAIN when I forget what "truly matters in the overall scheme of things". I challenge you dear blog reader, to find the "fertile soil" in which the "seeds" of our dreams can "germinate" into lives that are free of the limitations of our PREVIOUS history, lives that are full, warm and RICH with amazement and AWARENESS!
I ask each of you, what are the "influences", the "activities", and the people that CAUSE YOU TO SHINE? What is a "metaphor" YOU would use to describe "the enviroment" that fosters YOUR wisdom and helps you to bring YOUR "gifts" OUT to the rest of us who are waiting for "them".
Are you truly your BEST with that certain friend who tears you down because they feel "less than" next to you. Does their "insecurity" CAUSE you to not trim your wick wherefore you SHINE "brightly"?
Can you grow in their shadow?
Self-Care is never a selfish ACT-it is simply good STEWARDSHIP of the only gift each of us has, the gift each of us was put on Earth to "offer" to others. Anytime we can LISTEN to TRUE SELF, and GIVE "it" the CARE required, we do so not only for ourselves, but for the many others whose lives we touch.
What really matters to YOU?
Your values are an "activating intelligence" in your life, guiding you toward the noble tasks that are yours alone to do. There are moments in all our lives that "reveal" these values. Their significance lies not only in what meaning WE make of them, but also what we allow those moments to make of US.
If we are really honest with ourselves, we must admit that "our lives" are all that really belong to us, so it is HOW we use "our lives" that determines what kind of persons we are! And it is my deepest belief that only by giving our lives do we find "life". I am convinced that the truest act of COURAGE, the strongest act of humanity is to SACRIFICE ourselves for something higher-that which WE believe in and love deeply! In essence "Our Why".
I wonder why it is that we so often "imprison" ourselves in the "opinions" of other people. There can be no greater punishment worse than conspiring in our own diminishment. (Getting caught up in the games people play-the tearing down of another to make ones self feel larger, pitting one again another with "gossip.") Yet liberation, ultimately, is a SOLITARY and stubborn affair, requiring old-fashioned cussedness and much rehearsal! Often, in "standing FOR what we believe in", others may misunderstand that PASSION and mistake it as ANGER. I am okay with that.
I am reminded of Jesus when he went into the Temple and turned over the "money-tables" and then took a cat of nine tales to the backs of those "merchants" selling mite infested doves to God's children to offer as a "sacrifice"...not "sweet" merciful Jesus. You see the Temple was to be a "place of prayer" and a "dove" was merely a "symbolic sacrificial offering" to God. The "offering" was supposed to come from the BEST one had to give of theirself. So those only concerned with lining their "coffers" SET-UP camp with a "substitute offering" and Robbed God's people of the sacrifice, and in the process broke the connection with God...all the while making a profit off their pain. Jesus's PASSION was for His People, and it enraged Him to see "merchants" whose only care was for "money" PREY upon His people...so he drove them out and exposed them for WHAT they were....profiteers only! They had no concern for those entering into the Temple in hopelessness in need of Mercy!
So, I have been asking the question all day today..."Where Am I Meant To BE Shining?"
Is "the life" I'm living "the life" that wants to live in me? The only questions that really matter to me are, "Who are you BECOMING?" and "WHAT KIND OF WORLD" are we leaving for the next generation? These words should move like a fire across all of our hearts. I hear it now...the silence that gathers as each of you read this blog. I know you are thinking, "I am only one person, how do I even dare to begin to think about these questions without feeling dispair?"
I float in the space between my questions...unanchored, unchained. I know most won't be able to answer them...most are reading this and scratcing their heads wondering have they entered into the Twilight Zone. Yet, I need to ask them, again and again, to use those questions to find MY way on this path...this journey of MYsoul!
There is a coolness to this summer breeze reminding me of the winter season. I wonder at this sweet and peaceful moment when the trees shed their leaves and stand barren before the cold chill of winter and the only "life" source is in the "roots" which have grown deeply hidden "beneathe the surface"! They are such a wonder, "connected" in the invisible, yet "seperate" as they emerge from the soil, reaching, THRUSTING themselves into this magnificently wide, blue-blazen sky that holds everything in its embrace!
I have a friend who is lonely she says, yet even now, when I am absolutely "alone", I feel "connected" to a community larger than I can even imagine. The deeper I go "into myself", the more "inter-connected" I realize I REALLY am---thus there is truly no ROOM for loneliness; therefore, I have come to realize that what most call lonliness is merely a lack of "connectiveness" to that which is defining Who we truly are. When we lose sight of Spirit, and the knowledge that we are FIRST Spiritual Beings, it is easy to get "caught-up" in the things of the "flesh" (gossip, pride, foolishness and mayhem)...all which sever the "spiritual connection". It is in those quiet alone moments when I feel the most alive.
I smile immensely at this moment for who I have been and who I WILL be when life was only a trail of tears, and for who I will be AGAIN when I forget what "truly matters in the overall scheme of things". I challenge you dear blog reader, to find the "fertile soil" in which the "seeds" of our dreams can "germinate" into lives that are free of the limitations of our PREVIOUS history, lives that are full, warm and RICH with amazement and AWARENESS!
I ask each of you, what are the "influences", the "activities", and the people that CAUSE YOU TO SHINE? What is a "metaphor" YOU would use to describe "the enviroment" that fosters YOUR wisdom and helps you to bring YOUR "gifts" OUT to the rest of us who are waiting for "them".
Are you truly your BEST with that certain friend who tears you down because they feel "less than" next to you. Does their "insecurity" CAUSE you to not trim your wick wherefore you SHINE "brightly"?
Can you grow in their shadow?
Self-Care is never a selfish ACT-it is simply good STEWARDSHIP of the only gift each of us has, the gift each of us was put on Earth to "offer" to others. Anytime we can LISTEN to TRUE SELF, and GIVE "it" the CARE required, we do so not only for ourselves, but for the many others whose lives we touch.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
123 is more than a measurement in miles
I am on a journey...
I don't understand folks that look at the outside of a book
and decide to open it solely based on some exterior "appeal".
I also don't understand those folks
that will read the first page or two
and jump immediately to the back of the book.
That is not me!!!
I read the book.
Often times, more than once.
I want to be "connected", to "ride the rides",
watch the characters develop,
"immerse myself" in new flavors, new worlds
Some of my favorites are worn with time, love,
creases, crinkles, earmarks, underlines, side notes,
smiles.
I cannot have it any other way!!!
How does anyone really know
that there is a pearl inside of an oyster?
You have to open it up!
I am reminded of Dorothy from "The Wizard of Oz
"Dorothy found her strength, her purpose,
her meaning in the journey...
Each yellow brick lined in engaging opportunities, flowers, friends,
confidence growing with each skip
Each step.
The shiny, green City was thought at first to be the "end goal"
The answer to all her problems
The way "home"
There was no real magic in the shiny, green City
Her true "prize" was found along the yellow brick path
When she opened her heart to the unlikeliest of "soul mates"
She "rescues" Scarecrow, and he "rescues her right back
"Finding tender Heart under TinMan's rust and wear
Bringing out the Giant inner Roar of the King of the Forest
And always Toto
I don't think Dorothy looked back when she left the Witch under that house
Dorothy took what she needed, no more no less
She took her shoes
And she made sure that no other Witch took those shoes again!
123 is so much more than a measure of distance
Not just miles from here to You
Not just miles from You to Me
Not just a chasm or a great divide
It's more like 1, 2, 3
Forward first steps in a journey
On a road paved in beauty
Peppered with deep, fresh breaths
Powerful Exhales
Mountain views, roadside flowers, hot boiled peanuts
Brilliant conversations about everything, and nothing at all
Lots of laughter
Plenty of time
Sometimes all you need are your heart and your shoes
Ruby Red Heels
Steps 1, 2, 3
Click along the yellow path...
(be careful of the Wizard behind the curtain)
I don't understand folks that look at the outside of a book
and decide to open it solely based on some exterior "appeal".
I also don't understand those folks
that will read the first page or two
and jump immediately to the back of the book.
That is not me!!!
I read the book.
Often times, more than once.
I want to be "connected", to "ride the rides",
watch the characters develop,
"immerse myself" in new flavors, new worlds
Some of my favorites are worn with time, love,
creases, crinkles, earmarks, underlines, side notes,
smiles.
I cannot have it any other way!!!
How does anyone really know
that there is a pearl inside of an oyster?
You have to open it up!
I am reminded of Dorothy from "The Wizard of Oz
"Dorothy found her strength, her purpose,
her meaning in the journey...
Each yellow brick lined in engaging opportunities, flowers, friends,
confidence growing with each skip
Each step.
The shiny, green City was thought at first to be the "end goal"
The answer to all her problems
The way "home"
There was no real magic in the shiny, green City
Her true "prize" was found along the yellow brick path
When she opened her heart to the unlikeliest of "soul mates"
She "rescues" Scarecrow, and he "rescues her right back
"Finding tender Heart under TinMan's rust and wear
Bringing out the Giant inner Roar of the King of the Forest
And always Toto
I don't think Dorothy looked back when she left the Witch under that house
Dorothy took what she needed, no more no less
She took her shoes
And she made sure that no other Witch took those shoes again!
123 is so much more than a measure of distance
Not just miles from here to You
Not just miles from You to Me
Not just a chasm or a great divide
It's more like 1, 2, 3
Forward first steps in a journey
On a road paved in beauty
Peppered with deep, fresh breaths
Powerful Exhales
Mountain views, roadside flowers, hot boiled peanuts
Brilliant conversations about everything, and nothing at all
Lots of laughter
Plenty of time
Sometimes all you need are your heart and your shoes
Ruby Red Heels
Steps 1, 2, 3
Click along the yellow path...
(be careful of the Wizard behind the curtain)
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Ah Spooning...Part 2
I turn in early these days
so I can meet my lover there
in peaceful slumber
where the responsibilities of life
do not beckon me
I meet His presence there
coming to me while I sleep
our passion unbridled
And our love quickly becomes deep
I hate morning's light
it comes too soon
it takes me from my lover's
embrace as we spoon
I want to sleep the afternoon away
just to reconnect with His love
His body and soul
His fragrance lingering
how I miss it so
I am desperate to see His face
one glimpse into those green eyes
Even if it is but a dream
I want to see myself in His eyes
He is wonderful
He is good
He is gentle
He is strong
He is beautiful inside and out
He is forgiving
From birth
He Knows me
He Holds me
There is love no doubt
In brilliant light of slumber
and in my dream I AM His love
Why must I be so enamored?
Why so captive?
It is bittersweet now
This irony of loving
One you can not see
Meant to be?
Maybe only in dreams
I can see His face...
If a sleep do not wake me
Let me sleep
So that I may be
in my lover's arms again
Let me sleep.
Do not wake me
For life's reality will beckon me
Back to where I do not want to be
Let me sleep...
so I can meet my lover there
in peaceful slumber
where the responsibilities of life
do not beckon me
I meet His presence there
coming to me while I sleep
our passion unbridled
And our love quickly becomes deep
I hate morning's light
it comes too soon
it takes me from my lover's
embrace as we spoon
I want to sleep the afternoon away
just to reconnect with His love
His body and soul
His fragrance lingering
how I miss it so
I am desperate to see His face
one glimpse into those green eyes
Even if it is but a dream
I want to see myself in His eyes
He is wonderful
He is good
He is gentle
He is strong
He is beautiful inside and out
He is forgiving
From birth
He Knows me
He Holds me
There is love no doubt
In brilliant light of slumber
and in my dream I AM His love
Why must I be so enamored?
Why so captive?
It is bittersweet now
This irony of loving
One you can not see
Meant to be?
Maybe only in dreams
I can see His face...
If a sleep do not wake me
Let me sleep
So that I may be
in my lover's arms again
Let me sleep.
Do not wake me
For life's reality will beckon me
Back to where I do not want to be
Let me sleep...
Ah...Spooning
Goose bumps rising
I pulled up the blanket
no actually, it was really
that coffee stained down comforter
from those cold mornings
spent in bed carefree,
talking,
laughing,
watching as the coffee spilled.
Now these coffee stains mock me...
In those days
time was unhurried
days when you meant everything
but now I live without you
no spooning for warmth
at night
no more you and me
those invisible imperfections
are in the comforter hall of fame
love stained
remembrance observed
from those wonderful cold mornings
when time stood still.
Now these coffee stains mock me...
He could have been yours, you know,
images of you,
gathering your robe
from beside the bed
to go for coffee---
a new love has come
it was meant to be
that we met
and My Lord is one
I will never forget,
Soft, beautiful eyes
my days could be so different
yet destiny intervened
I've smiled alot
I've cried much
I have to let the other go
not that I want to say goodbye
it is what is...
Now these coffee stains mock me.
He could be yours, you know
Standing there,
watching the sunset over the lake
for a moment feeling
carefree and whole again
but the phone rings..
always the phone
then suddenly
you bounded away.
Now these coffee stains mock me...
I am left alone
with someone missing
so for now these chilly Fall morns
are mocking me
knowing this Winter
there will be no spooning
for warmth
or cuddling for love's sake.
I wrap myself tightly
in a cocoon
made by My Lord
there beneath my skin
Spirit quickening
where the nights begin an
new affair
with His Spirit.
Ah spooning...
I pulled up the blanket
no actually, it was really
that coffee stained down comforter
from those cold mornings
spent in bed carefree,
talking,
laughing,
watching as the coffee spilled.
Now these coffee stains mock me...
In those days
time was unhurried
days when you meant everything
but now I live without you
no spooning for warmth
at night
no more you and me
those invisible imperfections
are in the comforter hall of fame
love stained
remembrance observed
from those wonderful cold mornings
when time stood still.
Now these coffee stains mock me...
He could have been yours, you know,
images of you,
gathering your robe
from beside the bed
to go for coffee---
a new love has come
it was meant to be
that we met
and My Lord is one
I will never forget,
Soft, beautiful eyes
my days could be so different
yet destiny intervened
I've smiled alot
I've cried much
I have to let the other go
not that I want to say goodbye
it is what is...
Now these coffee stains mock me.
He could be yours, you know
Standing there,
watching the sunset over the lake
for a moment feeling
carefree and whole again
but the phone rings..
always the phone
then suddenly
you bounded away.
Now these coffee stains mock me...
I am left alone
with someone missing
so for now these chilly Fall morns
are mocking me
knowing this Winter
there will be no spooning
for warmth
or cuddling for love's sake.
I wrap myself tightly
in a cocoon
made by My Lord
there beneath my skin
Spirit quickening
where the nights begin an
new affair
with His Spirit.
Ah spooning...
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Time is the New Poverty
I reach out
to let you know
you are not alone.
I am soil, fertile, deep, open.
Tears breaking through me
the way frozen rivers open in Spring.
Rivers of reaching...
Rivers of yearning...
floating to sleep
on a surging tide of loneliness
the River swelling in my heart
as I sit here to write
the River flows out of my fingertips
as they glide over the keys of this keyboard
turning the tears
into words on this monitor screen.
The words become a bridge
across the abyss
between your heart and mine
my heart knocks on the door of my mouth
I want to speak of my pain
I feel so fragile, alone.
my soul needs
intimacy,
expression,
touch,
replenishing solitude.
My words come
as a slowing arriving letter to you
I need...
days that are sweet and a slow ceremony
hiking a mountain path
where the very air has nourishment-
leaves crunching underfoot
as the Fall season taps on summers window
the voices in the wind whisper
is anybody listening?
Groping to comprehend life
beyond the economic necessities
of being a mind for hire
a body in motion.
I want to walk slowly
as if I am a person free of regrets
free of worries about what might be
or might have been...
Yet, for the world I walk too slow
and speeding along I'm left behind.
Those moments only match
the pace of busyness all again.
I have been living a divided life,
caught too often
unprotected and unprepared
in the face of too much happening
too often.
I sat alone
with the Lord to ask..
Why are you jealous?
He replies:
"I am jealous
because I LOVE you,
and Satan has never shown you
even on tiny tittle
of this love
and yet I have done
everything
because of that love
I have for you...
Yes YOU~
but you chase the love which
lays in wait to ensnare you
and I died to set you free
yet you know not of THAT love.
Will you rest awhile with me
Come sit with me
in the coolness of the morn
and listen to the songbird sing
of Freedom...
Listen for my voice
it speaks to your heart of my love
Observe all around you this crisp day
Watch as the season changes
and the leaves fall to the ground
their covering cast off
to stand naked before me
barren
with roots running deep
waiting for the returning
of Spring..
Return to Me
Sit alone
in Silence with me.
But you would not
for you are so rich
no need for me
who have given my all for you.
This is my jealousy
And I shall send amongst you
The winters son
that you may know my voice
its warmth...
That you might return in time
to Me.
Time is the new poverty.
to let you know
you are not alone.
I am soil, fertile, deep, open.
Tears breaking through me
the way frozen rivers open in Spring.
Rivers of reaching...
Rivers of yearning...
floating to sleep
on a surging tide of loneliness
the River swelling in my heart
as I sit here to write
the River flows out of my fingertips
as they glide over the keys of this keyboard
turning the tears
into words on this monitor screen.
The words become a bridge
across the abyss
between your heart and mine
my heart knocks on the door of my mouth
I want to speak of my pain
I feel so fragile, alone.
my soul needs
intimacy,
expression,
touch,
replenishing solitude.
My words come
as a slowing arriving letter to you
I need...
days that are sweet and a slow ceremony
hiking a mountain path
where the very air has nourishment-
leaves crunching underfoot
as the Fall season taps on summers window
the voices in the wind whisper
is anybody listening?
Groping to comprehend life
beyond the economic necessities
of being a mind for hire
a body in motion.
I want to walk slowly
as if I am a person free of regrets
free of worries about what might be
or might have been...
Yet, for the world I walk too slow
and speeding along I'm left behind.
Those moments only match
the pace of busyness all again.
I have been living a divided life,
caught too often
unprotected and unprepared
in the face of too much happening
too often.
I sat alone
with the Lord to ask..
Why are you jealous?
He replies:
"I am jealous
because I LOVE you,
and Satan has never shown you
even on tiny tittle
of this love
and yet I have done
everything
because of that love
I have for you...
Yes YOU~
but you chase the love which
lays in wait to ensnare you
and I died to set you free
yet you know not of THAT love.
Will you rest awhile with me
Come sit with me
in the coolness of the morn
and listen to the songbird sing
of Freedom...
Listen for my voice
it speaks to your heart of my love
Observe all around you this crisp day
Watch as the season changes
and the leaves fall to the ground
their covering cast off
to stand naked before me
barren
with roots running deep
waiting for the returning
of Spring..
Return to Me
Sit alone
in Silence with me.
But you would not
for you are so rich
no need for me
who have given my all for you.
This is my jealousy
And I shall send amongst you
The winters son
that you may know my voice
its warmth...
That you might return in time
to Me.
Time is the new poverty.
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