Silence, solitude, snow and January afternoon darkness all illuminated by candlelight, singing bowls and Krishna love… so beautiful
The ballet of life is
a play of light and shadow.
Where bodies move and sweep emotions into being.
Their interplay of physical and emotional strength portrays a
man and woman connected in dance as in life and love.
Two bodies move as one in response to
the primordial rhythm of existence.
Two become one in spirit and flesh.
Hands and hearts glide together
joining the masculine and feminine in an endless dance of love and power.
He shares his with her and she hers with him in a
dance that becomes a battle of love, a flow of exquisite pain and destroying joy.
Two lovers who love for love’s sake alone,
flow together in the dance of eternity,
believing in the union of man, woman and music
become one together in the ballet of life.
I hear cries in the darkness of the night.
They are sounds from my soul draped in velvet.
I hear songs sung in whispers
floating between the night trees as
silent, invisible swirls of chi
mingle with my thoughts and
illuminate my soul.
I lie down on the mossy forest floor and
feel myself seep into the earth to
become one with the trees and starry night sky.
All separation dissolves and everything exists together
at this singular point in time and space.
The forest and I have become one in spirit and soul,
both human and Divine.
We are all home together at last,
never to be alone again.
They have escaped me,
All of them.
No new profound truths,
No more high-minded thoughts.
I’m glad they escaped.
It was time for them to go.
Just unnecessary clutter as
Emptiness and silence need no help.
There is a thickness to humanity.
A dense and heavy layer.
A disguise, a cover, an excuse.
A veil of mystery waiting to be
Lifted, awakened, removed.
There is so much, so much in each one,
So deep, so vast, so hidden.
But there are those moments,
Moments of clarity, moments of knowing,
Moments of awareness for even the
The richness that hides beneath
Comes to the surface, unbidden but persistent.
Always there in each of us, waiting behind the scenes, waiting to be noticed,
Waiting to be
To just be
And be done.
A candy drawer.
Do you have one?
It’s a secret, special place,
One filled with an assortment of sweets.
The last drawer in by bureau,
The one I can reach from my bed.
It sits closed most of the time,
Filled with sugar and yummies.
It is a place that gives me permission.
What shall it be tonight?
A spice drop, bit of chocolate, or a refreshing fruity burst?
Its all up to me, every time, my choice,
If only life were as accommodating and approving
As my candy drawer.
This well isn’t dry,
I feel it stirring,
There is a sense of fullness in my head.
My thoughts are racing, competing, but none are clear.
They are busy working things out on their own,
Hidden from me in a misty veil
Until one, that special one, breaks through
And brings with it a flood of words.
Not from me but through me from
Behind the veil.
I can’t tell the veil when to lift,
It tells me, and after it has had its way,
Has said what it needed to say,
It slips back behind my eyes, rests and is silent.
And the words sleep and are at peace until
The stirring begins again and the veil is lifted,
Its duality is open and alive.
Broken but still alive.
It feels tight around my heart, but runs loose in my soul.
It appears useful at times,
A burden at others.
It has been too long and
I have grown tired of its games,
I will send it packing.
I’ll sit on the suitcase top and stuff it all in and
Then I’ll watch it drag itself down the dusty dirt road alone
With bits of colored clothing sticking out through the hinges
Until it is only a cloud of dust fading in the distance.
But when I turn to leave, to finally put it in the past where it belongs, I will see it again,
Coming back at me from the opposite direction.
And just when I thought I was done…
Seashells and wave echoes
Swirl and laugh in the emptiness behind my eyes.
I have let it go, sent it away,
Opened the lock and set it free.
This open space is vast, quiet and soft.
Wave echoes roll around the edges of my inner space
And blend with the stillness that never stands still.
There is a flow and a wash to this interior space.
A space that holds it all and more.
More me, more us,
All together in the vastness of love and peace, so come,
Kick off your shoes and dance with me.
Listen to the song of the seashells and watch,
Watch the empty space fill with us and more.
Catch the wave echoes when they come around again but
This time, this one last time,
Never let go.
It will come to me,
It always does.
Not when I expect it to
But in its own time and
By its own rules.
So I wait, and wait
Until the time is right,
The rules are followed and
We turn to each other and say,
“Hello again, I have missed you”.