Leaf litter and
Pine cones.
Dark forest and
lightening sky.
Hissing of rain on
Summer leaves.
Thunder rumbles and
Shakes the ground.
Only the west side of the trees
are wet, the rain is quick.
The power just begun
Moments later is fading, intense emotions cannot last.
Storms of the sky are as
Storms of the soul.
There is a story behind his eyes
A complex and interesting one, full of joy and tears, passion and love.
His eyes are dark, powerful, beautiful,
And outwardly project his honestly and truth.
His gaze fills me with peace and love as his arms hold me close
And I feel his heartbeat in time with mine.
Our breathing becomes synchronized and for those few moments
I feel we are inextricably connected and all doubt is gone.
I don’t always understand him, but in his eyes I see courage, the courage to do what he feels he should in spite of what I or anyone else wants.
Such courage and strength of character are rare qualities
And serve to make my love for him more intense.
But there is more to know behind those eyes for
I feel a deep longing in his soul.
I am selfish and convince myself that his longing is for me but at the same time,
I fear that it is not, so
I watch, hope and love him unconditionally in spite of the setbacks and tears
Because that is all I know how to do.
Supplemental love,
Hearts in disconnect.
Words are as useless as
Pain shattered glass and
Red wine stains on white carpet are like
Heartbreaks in silence.
Truths are hidden, my
Existence threatened.
But nothing matters to a
Useless soul.
And to begin again is
To have faith but it is empty.
Ice has frozen the intentions and faith has flown.
My soul is ringed in sorrow.
More solitary thoughts fester and
Infect my mind telling me
It is better to be alone, no,
Not better, easier.
Less hurt, less disappointment
No more love, or hurt, or me.
I don’t want to go there
Not again…
Summer love, hot
Sizzling, sultry.
Just he and I in a
Simmering field, wilted flowers and
Endless passion.
A love with no limits.
He holds my heart in his soul
My body in his hands.
His touch is like fire,
Smoking my heart with its heat.
His mouth on mine melts my soul
And makes me weak in the knees.
I am completely under his command,
A total surrender.
His body is hard and lean
Smooth and supple- lovely.
His moving ways bring it all
At every turn, his loving magic.
He covers me with his passion and
Whispers endless words of heart and heat into my soul.
He has taken me to a place I have never found before,
And it is there with him that I want to stay.
For in his arms there is nothing more to want
Nothing more to be, all is complete.
A fulfillment,
Lovely and right.
If only he could feel it to, if only
I could convince him of the rightness of this.
Convince him that I am the one, and it is meant to be
That we are anam cara, soul mates.
But sadly if he doesn’t feel it,
There is nothing I can do.
I will continue to love him,
To want him, to need him and
Maybe in another lifetime, in another place
We will be together as we should be
And our halves will join
To once again, for all time, complete the whole.
In the abundance of summer
I am astounded and surrounded by life.
A time of growth, lush and green
When the Earth awakens and the cycle of life begins.
The trees surround me and hang over my house.
Watching and waiting.
They watch us scurry about,
Sometimes missing so much in our haste.
But the trees know and in their knowing they stand
As silent sententials with green, growing souls.
Makers of light, life and breath,
Keepers of the leaves.
I sense their souls, and can feel the strength in their roots
Sunk deeply in the earth.
They stretch their arms skyward,
In a silent Om
And it radiates from their beings, filling the forest
With its vibrations.
Birds answer in kind with song,
And mummers of life stir the forest floor in praise.
The summer’s love is not wasted on the indifferent,
The forest sees and remembers.
Each leaf and blade of grass, patch of moss, clump of shrubs
And form of life has a hand in building the harmony of nature.
Everything has worth, and a role to play
In the chorus of life in love with the earth.
The earth sings her love back
In wind and rain, fire and hope and
All of creation rests in harmony.
The milkweed is heavy with blossoms and
The sweet summer night wind is alive with twinkling lights.
Fireflies sparkle in the humid mist,
Rivaling the stars.
Heavenly scent from the milkweed feeds my senses,
And the dew-soaked field sings to me in words unspoken.
A multitude of flowers, yellow, purple and rose
Gather in bunches around my feet.
We are brought together by light and love and
Drink in the sweetness of a night kissed promise.
No need for words in this place of wind
Of chi, of night flowers glowing with starshine.
I feel the words, I see the sounds.
I dissolve in the starshine and he and I again are one
With the night sky and the field of flowers.
Nothing brings him closer to me; nothing brings him closer to my heart.
Together we share the beauty of darkness,
Together we walk the field of light at night,
And together we say goodbye once more as
The morning comes and the sun’s light melts the mystery,
Dries the dew,
And smothers my tears.
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The soft, gentil darkness is
Speckled with pearls of moon shine.
Pools of starlight gather between
The herbs and Sweet Annie.
Dark sky blends
With dark earth and
Flowers sleep with bowed heads
As if in prayer.
Night creatures gather in a landscape familiar to them and
Foreign to me.
The moonlight plays games
With my eyes;
Changing the colors like magic;
The familiar to the unknown and
Shadows dance across the garden
Laughing at the darkness’s efforts to hide.
The garden grows slowly in the dark.
The breath of starlight its saving grace.
The night sounds, softer than day’s
Mummer in sleepy rhythms
Lulling all to sleep while
Moon lit clouds scuttle across the night sky
As sails on a stormy sea.
But in the end, the fantasy of the night myth ends
And darkness completes its fade to day and
Morning’s magic pulls dewdrops from the sky.
Sun warmed air refreshes the breeze and pushes it on across the fields
Until the cool of the evening halts its step
And the night rhythms begin again.
Sisters at Solstice
Close in every way.
Tied together by heart strings,
Communing, sharing, boundless souls.
Summer eve’s fire of light and drums brings us together.
We woman are drummers, playing the rhythm of life.
Givers of life, keepers of souls,
Ours and others, together in harmony.
Old friends and new, first and last.
Time is no separator, souls know no distance.
Heart words flow and sage cleans as
we face our fears and hopes, hand in hand.
The vale is lifted,
The curtain swept back.
The darkness is soft and warm
with the fullness of life.
The fire light defines the dark and
our spirit moves freely between them.
Light and dark can not exist without each other,
like tear drops and smiles.
Throughout the evening, our emotions run high and then crash to
the depths and are full of hope and love, happiness and tears.
For we are women of soul, of life
and darkness, of love and laughter and light.
Sisters united in our love of life and love for each other.
Solstice sisters, inseparable, together in life and heart, always.
I have to write.
It won’t let me stop.
Doesn’t matter that I
Have nothing to say.
I’ve said it all before,
The same sorry tune.
Nobody wants to hear it again,
Least of all me.
How dull, how lifeless
I have become.
My joy is dissolving,
I don’t know why.
I have asked my heart,
It doesn’t answer.
I want nothing, no kinds words
They won’t help. I am lost.
The longing continues,
The emptiness deepens.
I want to sleep in the forest,
Walk along the mountain sides,
Watch the hawks circle
in the updrafts,
and find my place in it all.
To be where I belong, to come home to me, once again.
Sitting here alone, but not
This sacred place, this field of dreams and memories
Where the wind blows the
Wildflowers in waves and
The sun hides behind
The milky clouds and is
Draped in sweet softness.
Blue shadows slip between the trees, as
Om Namah Shivaya drifts from flower to flower
On the wings of a bee.
The tangled growth at my feet
Holds the whole universe in its breath.
Dozens of varieties of life
Bloom together in perfect harmony.
No temple, church or any place of worship can compare
The spirit reside here, it is not just visiting, it belongs.
Services, Kirtans, and Masses serve to honor, praise and worship.
But this place, this existence of perfection,
Sings its own tune
Its own worship in just being.
The creator exposed in its creation.
The essence of God in the unopened milkweed flowers.
The promise and potential of love
for its own sake.
The truth can be no plainer, no more perfect,
No more beautiful.
I sit in witness and feel the grace in the grass, the life in all there is and the peace of this place.
The peace comes to me and from me, and
So I sit and by witnessing become a part of it all,
All I need to do is sit, just sit and let it be.
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