Category: hope

Be Dissolved In The Liquid Son

On By MiCoIn changes, courage, darkness, faith, fear, god, hope, light, love, love lost, love poetry, pain, peace, poetry, sadness, spirit, sweetness6 Comments

Imposters by fate but still

Miracles at birth.

 

Holed up in falsities

Missing the point.

 

Unsettled souls reap only what

They sow, no gifts are given or received.

 

No promises kept, no dreams fulfilled.

Maybe next time, but next time never comes.

 

It is the same ending, over and over and over.

A sadness steeped in familiarity,

 

Seduction for its own sake

The only prize.

 

It is a shallow, stagnate prize

But the only reward there is.

 

It is time to break this spell of soullessness and

Open to the pain of your deluded being.

 

Absorb it, take it in and by doing so defuse

Its dark energy.

 

Deny its claim on you,

Step away from its hold and

 

Watch, watch as it shrinks

And fades.

 

Watch it be consumed by the light,

And dissolved in the liquid love of the Son.

 

Watch it be taken from you

To hurt you no more.

 

Awaken and feel the light and goodness

Of who God made you to be.

 

It is there, already in you, see it for yourself

And when you do…

 

There will be darkness no more.

 

God’s Space

On By MiCoIn changes, darkness, dreams, earth, faith, god, hope, light, love, peace, poetry, sweetness4 Comments

 

The night sky displays

A sea of stars that are

Lights to my soul,

Pinpoints of hope in the darkness.

 

It is a sweet darkness,

A still darkness, in the arms of God.

 

He is holding his creation close to his heart but

Giving it space to grow and spread its promise of love’s light.

 

The confluence of channels of prayer, the gathering of oms has the power to

Open the sails of change.

 

Sails that steer ships with hulls full of enlightened souls

Through the darkness of God’s space

 

Populating the emptiness between the stars

And the heart of the Creator.

 

It is though us that His word becomes

And His darkness is empty no more.

Dreams

On By MiCoIn Buddhism Meditation space, changes, darkness, dreams, hope, love, love lost, love poetry, poetry4 Comments

The dreams, they come and they go

Realized and not.

 

Fantasy and fulfillment,

Mine and his.

 

Which are which?

Mine overlap each other.

 

The night time not their only province.

They wake me and hold me

 

Sometimes up, sometimes down.

His hands can hold both ways.

 

Too much importance in

Misdirected feelings.

 

The sounds replete with endings,

The beginnings done in silence.

 

Masks of unreality, his and mine but

No one knows but me.

 

All the tales have been told,

The smashing is all done.

 

Vibrations are all that are left

But like a tuning fork

 

Will they cause the other to answer?

The Now of a Heartbeat

On By MiCoIn Buddhism Meditation space, darkness, dreams, earth, god, hope, light, love, nature, poetry, spirit, Zen5 Comments

The darkness in the depth of my tea mug

Is as vast as the universe.

 

Its emptiness the very thing

That makes it useful.

 

But depth is relative,

My cup can be as deep as the ocean and

 

The universe as shallow

As a thimble.

 

The night sky calls to me

To come and explore the spaces between.

 

But they are all the same, the spaces between you and me

Hate and love, all and nothing – no space and only space.

 

We are made of space and little else so my being can hold this limitless space

And my body the universe just as

 

Infinity exists in the now of a heartbeat

And forever is defined in the bloom of the milkweed

Soft Sadness

On By MiCoIn candles, darkness, dreams, hope, love, love lost, love poetry, pain, poetry, sadness, sweetness3 Comments

The silence of midnight

The silence of wanting.

Dark time, soft

With sadness.

A scent, a look, a memory,

Almost enough.

I long for that touch

That voice, that look.

It fills the night, turns the silence of longing

Into loving and giving.

The soft sadness replaced with his touch

His hand to hold.

His kiss to make mine

A light in the darkness but

Never to keep.

Originally posted February, 2015

Sunrise Lover

On By MiCoIn dreams, hope, light, love, love poetry, poetry, sex, sweetness2 Comments

Sunrise lover from

Soft, warm darkness.

Light filters in at sunrise and

Rises from the floor and spreads to the ceiling.

As the room brightens, his form slowing comes into being,

Emerging from the rumpled pile of bedclothes.

Smooth, soft, dark and lovely.

I lie with him, my face resting against his.

In the half light I can just make out

His eyelashes, resting on his smooth cheek.

His noble nose is outlined by the

Light creeping in through the window.

His lips are beautiful and full,

Soft and sweet.

As the room continues to lighten,

His breathing quickens and his body stretches.

I move back just a bit

To take in his whole being.

He is strong, lean and beautiful

All I could ever want or need.

His eyes flutter open and his smile,

At seeing my face so close to his,

Is so beautiful and welcoming

As if to say he missed me while he slept.

4/3/15

I wrote this 10 months ago. It is one of my favorites as was he…

Those Eyes

On By MiCoIn heartbreak, hope, love, love lost, love poetry, pain, poetry, sadness9 Comments

 

Love is an odd thing.

You think you know, and then you don’t.

 

You say I love you, but who are you saying it to?

The you that you are or the you that you appear to be?

 

And does it matter? Do any of us know who the other

Is? We think we do but do we – really?

 

I am tired of trying to figure it all out.

Tired of trying to figure me out, never mind the other…

 

Those eyes, they look right through me, but not at me.

They look through me to someone else.

 

But there can be no anger in me for someone not loving me, sadness but not anger.

Such things are not under our control, I wish they were but

 

I know from experience they are not. We don’t always love the one who

May be the best for us, and we sometimes love the one who may be the worst.

 

I could never hate the one who is the object of the love not given to me either.

There is no reason to; she has no more control over such things than I do.

 

There is enough pain in my heart, I don’t need to

Add any more but

 

What I do hate is deceit, manipulation, crass

Indifference to the hurt that lies can cause.

 

Truth is always the best way and would have made all the difference,

but some just can’t see that, or maybe choose not to.

 

And that is their choice to make.

They have every right to their opinion, as I have to mine.

 

But …

 

Those eyes…

3:00 am, Blurry Eyed, Movie Watching, Can’t Sleep, Heart Ramblings.

On By MiCoIn changes, darkness, faith, fear, god, heartbreak, hope, love, love lost, love poetry, pain, poetry, sadness, sweetness, Uncategorized13 Comments

I’m watching a wonderful movie, one I have seen many times but

not for a long time.   “Pretty Woman” so incredibly romantic and sweet but misleading, a modern continuation of the fairytale.  Impossible and at the same time – beautiful.

 

I grew up believing that love and romance could really be like it is in the movies,

 

That out there somewhere I would find a man who would love me unconditionally.  But more importantly, one who would not only love me but like me… want me to be happy, want me, period.

 

Maybe I tried too hard, maybe I shouldn’t have put him and his needs and wants before mine,

Maybe, maybe, maybe…. I’m tired of trying to figure it all out, tired of feeling not good enough,

not good enough for him, whoever that him may be and then, after all is said and done, hear from other people how highly he thinks of me.  Why haven’t any of them treated me that way, why wait until I am gone to say it.

 

I can’t believe I’m crying over “Pretty Woman” but I am.

 

What does that mean….

 

I’m 61 years old, I’m not an idealistic girl, I know what and how life is.

 

It is hard, people are people, hearts are hearts, pain and love is pain and love… but why, why does it all have to be so hard, why can’t I find one who can share the dream, not perfect but deep, love at its best, when it matters most.

 

Love like that is almost sad it is so deep, so close to not being, so strong and overwhelming to be uncomfortable, uncomfortable because it is so precarious, so fleeting, so impermanent but eternal at the same time.  We spend so much time on the wrong things, the job, car, house, status, impressing people to get where we want to be. But I don’t care about any of that…

 

I just want to be in his arms, his, the one who is capable of loving.

 

I so want to hold him, to wrap myself around him, feel his arms around me, his mouth on mine,  his soul release into my body, his life essence mingle with mine, is it so much to ask for, too much for him to handle, I know… I need to go back to bed .  Too much for me to handle right now too….

 

Pretty woman is waiting for her knight on the white horse.

 

I told him what he could do with his horse, but I was wrong, he never had one, ever …

Blessings of the Night

On By MiCoIn earth, faith, growing, hope, light, nature, peace, poetry1 Comment

The meadow at night is

Transformed by dew and darkness.

Cool air, freshens the heat

Stressed life.

Evening creatures awaken.

Their scurrying making busy the darkness.

Shyness slips from the forest

To the freedom of the clearing.

Always watchful, fearful

Poised to run.

A canopy of stars and sky rolls

From horizon to horizon, sealing in the breath of night.

The dust of day, washed away by night’s dew,

Settles between the blades, taking its place in the soil of life,

And the landscape sparkles with diamonds in the rising morning mist.

Refreshed by the blessings of the night,

Ready to begin again.

(re-post from 2/15)

MC