The Ballet of Life

On February 18, 2017 By MiCoIn courage, dance, growing, hope, Joy, light, love poetry, Man, peace, poetry, spirit, sweetness, Woman1 Comment

A play of light and shadow.

Bodies move and sweep emotions into being.

The 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.

The two become one in spirit and flesh as

The opposites of each other.

Their 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 and

The dance becomes a battle of love, a flow of exquisite pain and destroying joy.

For to love for loves sake,

To flow together in the dance of eternity,

To believe in the union of man, woman and music

Is to become one with the ballet of life.

I Am Sure

On February 6, 2017February 20, 2017 By MiCoIn changes, courage, faith, fear, god, heartbreak, hope, light, love, love lost, love poetry, pain, poetry, poetry changes, sadness2 Comments

Revelations come to me when I least expect them unwanted, but insistent that I listen.

They are the kind I don’t want to know and don’t want to hear.

But they come anyway . Maybe to clear the way,

To open my heart and eyes and speak the truth to my soul.

But they are hard truths to take.

My heart says no, but my head and soul say “Yes, listen and know”.

My heart is a child, trusting , self-deluding and innocent.

My soul aches for her in her time of pain and sorrow.

Love is not only felt by my heart, my soul loves too.

But my soul is blessed with a stronger constitution, a greater consciousness, a better understanding.

It is older and wants to protect my heart, wants to spare her from pain but knows it can’t.

So it warps itself around my heart and holds her while she weeps and sleeps. It knows that time will heal her and is patient in the waiting time.

My soul knows my heart is good and kind and that she loves unconditionally and breaks because of it.

My soul knows that my heart knows no other way to love so it waits and loves and holds and protects with gentle hands and the love of God.

Together, in time, we will love again, all three of us,

I’m sure of it, my soul told me so.

Extraordinary

On February 5, 2017 By MiCoIn dreams, earth, hope, light, love, love poetry, nature, peace, poetry, spirit, thanks, Uncategorized, Zen1 Comment

Be extraordinary in your ordinariness and

Marvel in the beauty of everyday blessings.

Notice how snow piles up in leeward corners of windows during a storm

And the rings raindrops make in puddles.

Admire the spirit of sunflower seeds sprouting in

October under the bird feeders.

Let the sparkling morning spider webs on

Summer grass fill your eyes with the freshness of love.

Feel the sweetness of warm, wet, baby kisses and

Hear the snap of clean linens on a spring morning clothesline.

Watch and listen for the ordinary ways God speaks to us

A million times a day and see …

Bees dancing on pebbles in the bird bath and

Crisp autumn leaves ringed with October morning frost.

Hear a Wood Thrush’s echoing, haunting song at dusk and

Watch clear glass jars and white porcelain bowls dry on the kitchen counter.

Notice frost fingers splaying across winter windows and

Soak in steaming soup on a cold December day.

Marvel at sun sparkles on freshly fallen snow and

Baby sighs in the night.

Drink in the light in your lover’s eyes and

Savor his sweet kisses at midnight.

Smile at the tea balls ringing like temple bells in the silverware drawer and

A ring of stateless steal measuring spoons in a baby’s fist.

All just ordinary things but extraordinary in their beauty and simplicity,

Just like you and me.

Isabelle

On February 3, 2017February 3, 2017 By MiCoIn childhood, growing, light, love, poetry3 Comments

Morning warmth spreads through the house with the sunlight and

Silly baby squeaks and raspberry tongue sounds slide down the hall.

I smell her sweetness at the nursery door,

Baby powder, formula, clean diapers folded neatly in a basket and scented baby wipes.

I peak through the crack in the door to catch her unaware

In the act of just being a baby, so honest and true.

A well-worn bear hangs by one arm over the side of the crib,

And Isabelle’s tiny hands clutch the top rails.

A toothless grin and sparkling eyes

Greet me and the morning with unconditional love.

She knows no conditions.

A baby’s love is free in its simplicity and truth,

The way God made love to be.

We could learn a lot from babies

A Chance to Meet God

On January 26, 2017 By MiCoIn poetry2 Comments

I see each meeting, mine with every other, as a chance to meet God.

I believe the Lords reside within us, each and every one of us,

The good, the bad, the saintly and the not so saintly.

Each person I meet holds the key to eternity in their inner being.

We all belong in the shelter of

The essence of Krishna consciousness/Christ consciousness/God consciousness that lives within whether we know it or believe it or not.

When I look for it – in the eyes of others- I can see that spark of belonging in even the darkest of souls and

Know that I am meeting the God consciousness within them and

Maybe truly seeing them for the very first time.

This is a re-blog of a post I published 8 months ago. It seems to be harder and harder to recognize God essence in some others during these difficult times but it is precisely these times that call for our greatest vision and compassion. Look for and see the inner divine reality in EVERYONE you meet and hold it dear, it may be all we have.

It Should Have Been

On January 16, 2017 By MiCoIn changes, darkness, heartbreak, love, love lost, love poetry, pain, poetry, Uncategorized2 Comments

The poetry of my heart

Follows the song of my soul.

Although this heartache drowns me and

Its sorrow depletes my very being,

I hold my love for you close,

To protect it from those who would cheapen it.

From those who don’t believe it ever was, including, sometimes, you.

but I know that

It could have been.

It should have been.

(this is an updated, rework of a poem I posted two years ago)

Night Shadows

On January 15, 2017 By MiCoIn changes, darkness, dreams, earth, hope, light, love, love lost, love poetry, pain, poetryLeave a comment

Sheets of white surround me in

A blanket of feathered softness as dreams of him linger

on the edge of sleep, my being cloaked in night’s darkness.

Through my darkness, I watch the night shadows drift past the windows,

They have lives of their own, the darkness becomes them.

The textured blackness of night can be comforting in its sameness.

A sameness that frees me from the eyes of judgment.

And as I lie back and watch his image leave the edge of sleep

I feel him join with me in whispered prayers the essence of which lingers on when sleep has fled.

But they are short lived prayers and are consumed by the night shadows to hide in the sameness of the textured blackness

Unanswered, dissolving and alone

Forever.

The love and stillness of forever.

On January 12, 2017 By MiCoIn dreams, hope, light, love, love lost, love poetry, poetry, poetry changes, sweetness, Uncategorized, Writing, Zen6 Comments

Our destiny is love,

In its form of being and nonbeing.

It flows from the source,

From the beginnings of timelessness.

From the place of no time or deception as time is limiting and

Deception is the extinguisher of love.

Loves lies around the edges of our worldly existence,

Waiting for its chance, for an opening to flow in.

It is patient and forgiving but is not to

Be taken for a fool.

Love cries with agony watching our abuse of and unkindness towards each other

But it will never walk away or give up on us.

It sees and is the stillness in me and

Recognizes itself in you and all beings and nonbeings.

There is a lack of labeling in love, no separateness of one from the other.

It does not merely exist in some abstract form as it has no form and is alive in the stillness of all things.

Love seeps into existence in fragrant vapors of stillness and

Frames the portal to eternity.

Isness and non-duality are the very essence of love, the connection of being and nonbeing,

The beginning and the end, the beginingless and endless formlessness of all form.

Love is the essential formlessness of me and you and

The non-separate nature of us all.

So forget my name but remember when you and I were the formless within each other.

And when you again feel that deep stillness and

Have found your remembered place in me,

Come and hold me and once again we will share

The love and stillness of forever.

Networking + Share Your Blog

On January 4, 2017 By MiCoIn poetry2 Comments

Jay Colby

I just want to take this time to thank everyone who reads, subscribers and shares my site. I appreciate all the support and encouragement.I would love to read everyone’s blog, but I don’t always get a chance to read and follow everyone’s blog.

So today I want to offer a networking opportunity and a chance for all bloggers no matter what niche or experience a chance to gain more traffic. Anyone who wants to gain free traffic can participate. All you have to is comment your blog below & I will follow every blog and actually read your content. So if you’re interested just comment your blog’s URL below. Also If you could share and re-blog this post so we can reach as many bloggers as possible!

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For Just a Little While

On January 2, 2017 By MiCoIn poetry3 Comments

To want so much is foolish,

Or more accurately, just wishful thinking.

I grieve the absence of something that never was

And never could be.

But my love is there unbroken in all its fullness and desire.

I desire all of him, his heart, body and soul but it is only his body he feels free to give me.

He says he loves, but I know he doesn’t know.

His history has proven that he is still that little boy, alone in the dark.

He moves from one heart to another

Always looking, always needing renewal, approval and adoration.

He will never be satisfied with anyone – especially us,

The ones who know, and we, in spite of our knowing,

Are the ones who truly love, who know and feel

The truth as it really is, not just as we and he would like it to be.

He is what he is,

And can be no more.

He thinks he is there this time, but

Slowly and steadily it will come back, it always does.

It creeps in at first unnoticed and then when noticed denied but

It always wins out in the end, it just happens and always will, every time.

It is a pattern with no hope for change.

So my heart will continue to bleed for me and him while I wait

For his arms and kisses to take the pain away yet again—

Even though I know it will only be for just a little while.

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Author: MiCo