Category: faith

Sunday

On By MiCoIn faith, love, poetry, spirit7 Comments

Today my senses have been filled.

All emotions coming in their own time, in fits and

Torrents of pleasure.

Love in all its forms.

For child, grandchild, music and words.

Love for him and the sky,

And the sounds of the field.

The love of life,

God’s words in varied forms, audible and not.

Morning love and passion with

Smiles and light – caring, warm, intense and perfect.

Child and her small one, perfect complements of each other,

Hearts in line.

Wind & Chi, a field of hope and eternal gratitude for what once was and will always be,

and as i sit

the Kirtan flows and joins the gratitude of the space.

My poetry place- a joining and treasuring

of kindred sprints never met.  A wealth of beauty and positive light.

People and words to cherish and hold dear, truly a gift.

And an afternoon spent with words, books and thoughts of him

serenaded by Bach’s Brandenburg Concerto #3, too lovely for words,

Yo-Yo Ma’s cello perfection and Rufus Wainwright’s words – profound and moving.

A Sunday spent in love with life and all it holds

so simple, so easy, so right.

I am grateful to be

Just be. I need nothing more.

4/26/15

MC

Sitting

On By MiCoIn faith, poetry, spirit, Zen9 Comments

Emptiness as fulfillment,

Void of light.

Pleadings of matter

and truth.

An isness only the small

can possess.

We had it, but now it is gone,

It may take a lifetime to get it back.

Fleeting as twilight to dawn and

Heartbeats in the night.

Sounding their worth,

longing for truth and light.

It comes in a shift,

A shift of perspective.

A physical line travels

Across my vision and I am

Transported to another place, to

Another way of being.

The emptiness becomes filled,

The darkness bright.

A space alive with currents,

Crossing and churning.

They bring me to the edge but I have not

The courage to just be, not yet.

The melodies of bliss float

Past my head and drowned my heart in their beauty.

The energy rises from my spine to

The top of my head and erupts, Kundalini awakens.

From the depths of my soul,

The wanting is cloaked in energy and light.

Sounds drift in and out, senses are

Heightened and then dulled.

The truth reveled and at once hidden again,

A puzzle solved and then broken.

I can’t hold on, the more I try

The farther away I am.

It fades with the wanting,

It recedes with the clinging.

The physical line shifts back,

Travels across my field of vision and is gone.

My eyes slowly open and take in

The alter in front of me without seeing.

Buddha sits, lotus candles flicker, Quan Yin holds the vase, and

Jiso waits to bless.

The singing bowl starts to hum on its own, and the

Room vibrates with its energy.

As the vibrations fade back into silence,

The Lotus goes dark and Buddha sleeps.

The emptiness is once again empty and

The light has faded to gray.

But my soul holds back and keeps another small grain of truth

Each time I make this journey.

And the grains will come together and build until someday,

Maybe someday, I will be whole.

Meeting in Darkness

On By MiCoIn faith, love, poetry13 Comments

Souls meeting in darkness

And passion.

Sweetness in acceptance, a perfect fit,

The essence of man and woman, as it is meant to be.

No drama, no pretense,

Just truth and faith.

Truth in what we feel and faith

That all will be as is it meant to be.

The night is full and twilight

Is sweet and sensuous.

Morning comes and he leaves, again.

But this time there is no sorrow in parting, as it is only “goodbye, for now”.

I know he will return when the time is right

And the darkness is soft.

His scent lingers in my bed and his hands

Have left handprints of heat on my skin that warm my heart long after he is gone.

There is no place in my life or heart for drama, as I am tired of it all,

There is only room for love and acceptance.

Acceptance of the fact that the time he gives to me and the time I give to him

Will remain ours and only ours forever and

That special, unique part of us that we share,

Expressed in whispered words of passion and caring

Will never be given to anyone else.

It is ours alone, no matter what the future brings.

And so in time, the passion will begin again

And it will be as if it had never ended.

4/21/14

MC

Knowing

On By MiCoIn faith, poetry12 Comments

Clarity obscured,

Hope turned to faith.

 

Illusions confirmed,

Truth in perceived reality shaken.

 

How can anything be real,

Now that I know.

 

The knowing cannot be deleted,

Like it or not.

 

The duality is gone.

This step forward prohibits two back.

 

I think it is a positive thing,

At least it is supposed to be.

 

But the old saying,

“Ignorance is bliss” sometimes sounds easier.

 

Not as in a way of reality or life,

But as an easier and simpler path.

 

Is the ignorant way really easier or simpler?

Or is that the illusion we are trying to overcome?

 

The illusion fosters a belief in a way that cannot continue to exist,

It is mindless and controlling.

 

The loss of illusion permits mindfulness

And an examination of emotions and thoughts.

 

Often times my mind and soul tire of the

Reasoning and examining and effort it takes to just be in this world.

 

But in the long run, and on a daily basis, I realize that

Mindfulness and deliberation are the only true way.

 

The only way that will take me

To the future and beyond.

 

A path of fulfillment and deliverance

From a world of falsehoods and delusion.

 

4/20/15

MC

Solitary Existence (written in 2012)

On By MiCoIn faith, love, poetry6 Comments

My singular solitary existence of

Days filled with unfulfilled hopes, lost dreams.

A resignation of sorts

No expectations = no heartbreaks.

I can’t take yet another chance

No more, it’s not worth it.

Or is it?

Maybe with faith some forgotten hopes can be remembered

Maybe I can still see his face,

Feel his breath upon my neck,

Run my fingers through his

Beautiful silver hair.

The fantasy continues,

Death cannot stop this love.

Death cannot dissolve the truth,

The love, the tenderness.

Death took him from me

I cannot loosen its grip.

Death’s stronghold clouds my vision of him,

Makes it harder and harder to picture his face.

Harder and harder to hear his voice,

Feel his touch.

Death is a selfish thing,

Keeping him all to itself.

Unwilling to share

To let me see and remember.

It tries to convince me that I have lost

That he belongs to it now, but that is just another of death’s lies.

He is safe now, safe on the other side

Behind the vale, the boundary between these two worlds.

Death was only the vehicle to take him across,

It holds no power over him.

He speaks to me of our love

In my dreams.

He causes the wind to blow my hair

Across my face as if to imitate his hand.

I feel his light and strength in the darkness and

See his smile in the sunshine.

Yes, death has cheated me, has taken a part of my soul

Away and left me in sadness.

But its power is only in my letting,

My allowing, my perspective.

I can and will change that and death

Will no longer be a barrier to he and I

And someday I will take his hand once more

And together we will walk through the field,

Smell the milkweed blooms again and rest

In the tall grasses of peace and beauty

And death will have lost its final battle

And we shall be free.

Waiting

On By MiCoIn faith, love, poetry7 Comments

A lifetime spent waiting.

Hurry up and wait.

Wait for what?

For everything.

wait to eat, wait to love

wait to be loved.

Wait to have enough,

Wait to give enough.

I live to love, to be.

Waiting takes time, precious time.

Time better spent living and loving,

eating and being.

wait  no more, give it now,

love now, live now.

Come, take my hand, my love,

Let me show you how.

4-10-15

MC

Faith

On By MiCoIn faith, poetry2 Comments

It is food for my soul,

Inspiration for my work.

It fills me with the love of life,

And shows me the joy of sharing.

It is a gift to hold but

Never to keep, as it is meant to be shared.

It shapes my poems

And my dreams.

It turns my world

And dries my tears.

It helps me to trust

And teaches me to be trustworthy.

It shows me the light in the dark

And convinces me to have hope for the future.

It holds my heart

When no one else will.

It shares my pain

And cries with me in the night.

And when this life is over,

It will show me the way home