Just When I Thought I was Done…

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,

Its stubbornness,

Its selfishness.

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…

Never Let Go

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.

The Arms of Darkness

The woods are still and quiet tonight.

Exhausted from growing all day,

They rest in the softness of the dark.

No demands, no impatience to grow, produce, or succeed remains.

Nothing moves tonight.

The air is heavy with dew,

Leaves hang limp on relaxed branches,

And grasses lean on each other and sleep.

Dawn will come soon and

Growth will begin again.

The fast and noisy world will awaken and

Life will continue its mission to grow but for now,

For this silent night,

All is peaceful and still,

At rest in the arms of darkness.

A Symphony in Darkness

Star lit straw flowers and

Curled parsley sing in the garden at midnight.

The basil dances in the moonlight while

Bee balm signs to the rhythm of chirping crickets, and

the night is full of song.

But inevitably the singing bowls of fox glove announce the rising of the sun and

The symphony of the night returns to silence once again.

My Mind

In the beginning, my beginning, my mind

Was my friend, my ally, my confidant, but no more.

My mind has become my enemy,

One that shares this space inside of me but cares not for my well-being.

Its thoughts turn night into day, lust into love, and want into envy.

It whispers its lies in my ear, distracting me from my truth.

I need to fight back and spend more time sitting and focusing on my

Return to that initial, eternal mind of being.

In time, when the process is complete,

My mind will return to its beginning state as my life navigator and soul companion.

Its taunting will stop, its search for drama will cease,

Its remembering of a hundred hurtful events a day will end,

And once again, as it was in the beginning,

It will be my friend.

Milkweed and Fireflies

The heavenly scent from the milkweed blossoms feeds my senses,

And the dew-soaked field sings to me in words unspoken.

 

The sweet summer night wind is alive with twinkling lights and

Fireflies sparkle in the humid mist, rivaling the stars.

 

He and I are are brought here together by light and love and once again

Drink in the sweetness of a night kissed promise.

 

We have no need for words in this place of wind and Chi,

And exist together in silence among the night flowers glowing with starshine.

 

I feel his words,

I see  his emotions…

 

I dissolve in the star-shine with him and once again,

He and I are one with the night sky and the field of flowers.

 

Nothing brings him closer to me;

Nothing brings me closer to his heart.

 

In love we once more share the beauty of darkness

And walk together in this field of light at night,

 

But our time is short as the morning always comes and with it

The sun’s light to melt our magic.

 

So together we face the heartbreak at sunrise and say goodbye again as

The sun evaporates the dew,

 

Smothers my tears,

And leaves me in this place, alone.

 

 

Loving

 

I loved touching him,

I loved being touched.

I loved holding him,

I loved being held.

I loved kissing him,

I loved being kissed.

I loved loving him,

I loved being loved.

But he is gone

And has taken with him the

Touching,

Holding,

Kissing, and

Loving.

The once warm darkness we shared in early morning loving

Is now empty and cold.

Memories are all I have left.

My sorrow is complete.

Silent Retreat

Silence among strangers and trees.
All enclosed in sacred spaces and domes with
The inside out and the outside in.
Our souls are connected in silence,
With everything in common but no two of us the same.
Bells and sunrise mark the day’s beginning and in the evening,
Night is a blanket of calm and sleep as
Tomorrow’s promises wait in shadowed softness.

Watcher of the Woods

From my bedroom window

I watch the woodland change with the seasons.

On the corner of the house, a maple branch hugs the windowsill

Its leaves framing my view of the forest.

How can I explain the secret life of leaves I observe from my window and the

Magical growth that takes place in silence unseen?

I can think of no words to use, so instead I just watch, I watch the breeze

ruffle the leaves and the branches move together in the wind like fans made of feathers.

And then the rain comes, and I watch the drops play the

Leaves like keys on a piano.

I am content with my role as watcher and marvel at the strength and skill the trees employ when they interlock their arms to form an impenetrable force of gentle power in silence.

These graceful tree spirits are woven together by the hand of God to create

The framework of the forest.

They surround my home and speak to my soul.

My heart hears their thoughts and hopes,

And I realize and know that they are

Not so different from me.

I understand and accept that we share this planet and are

Children of the One in all our varied forms.

All connected,

All equal in the eyes of our creator.

And the peace and stillness of the wood

pervades my soul and feeds my spirit and makes me one with those who stand outside looking in.