Category: love

Creator as Creation

On By MiCoIn faith, god, hope, love, peace, poetry, spiritLeave a comment

The undisputable evidence of the creator

Surrounds me.

She is in the heart of every rain drop,

She is the voice of the thunder.

Her soft strong hand holds the sun in the sky,

And the birds on the wing.

All life is a manifestation of

Her will and beauty.

To deny her is to deny

My very existence and the existence of all that I love.

Her voice echoes in the wind and her love

Caresses my face with moonshine and starlight.

Only she knows the time of the seasons,

As she knows the passions of my heart.

Life without the acceptance of her presence

Is possible – but empty.

My practice of Buddhism, without her foundation, without her to seek in the

Stillness of mind,

Would become empty and shallow, self serving,

An interesting preoccupation only.

I see her in every flower, every mountain top,

Every smile.

She exists in all of creation, every part and particle,

Every quark and lepton, every neutrino and vibrating string.

They all bear her thoughts and are ruled, created and

Imbibed with her universal consciousness.

A consciousness that she freely and openly shares with each and every one of us,

All we have to do is seek and she will answer.

She is an endless thought, an endless love, all encompassing, and all knowing.

She holds all the possibilities of eternity in her thoughts and ideals.

The creator has become the creation. She resides in me and you.

Reach for her in the darkness and feel her light and hope,

Open your eyes and be awake to her presence, your heart will echo her joy forever

And you will never be alone again.

She will never disappoint you,

She knew you before you were born.

The Watcher of the Wood

On By MiCoIn autumn, earthh, faith, hope, love, nature, peace, poetry, seasons, spirit4 Comments

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 and

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.

Haiku 4 poems

On By MiCoIn autumn, changes, courage, darkness, fairs, faith, family, fear, Haiku, heartbreak, hope, love, nature, poetry, seasonsLeave a comment

Uncommon fair time again

All natural and good

Wholesomeness is its hallmark

Break

I expect so little now

Is it still to much?

Let go, watch me fall apart

Break

The birds are very busy

They sense it is here

Frost on the field this morning

Break

The humming birds are now gone

No one saw them leave

They slipped away in the night

The Courage of Autumn

On By MiCoIn autumn, changes, courage, earthh, fear, hope, love, nature, peace, poetry, seasons, summer, thanks, thunder, Zen4 Comments

Swift summer snuck in,

Greening up from the edges, shading the forest floor.

It came complete with lovely summer evenings

Where warm breezes filled the night,

And a blanket of starts twinkled in the

Dark humid haze.
The August thunder filled my soul

With its power and its wildness renewed me.

My garden produced produce from the earth

Feeding my soul as richly as it fed my body.

This summer was a season of energy and rapid growth.

There was no time to waste, “bloom now, don’t be afraid” was its message.

But now, without warning, the days begin to shorten,

The afternoon shadows grow longer.

Late night mists form as the heart of summer

Makes its escape back to the sky from where it came.

The golden sunglow fades from my skin as it

Has from the fields.

A summer season of riotous beginnings looses its energy and

Fades into the arms of autumn.

As the seasons change, so must I.

I need to return to the safety and warmth of my home and

Gather my growings to feed my body as I gather my loves

To sustain my soul through the cold, dark time to come.

Autumn is the time to return to what was, to what came before

Summer’s brief and beautiful interruption.

Fearlessly and with a final burst of thanks in colors of red and gold,

The earth has gently shed its past with its leaves.

If only I could shed mine with such courage and beauty.

Love is Not for The Faint of Heart

On By MiCoIn faith, hope, love, poetryLeave a comment

He taught me to sit in mystical darkness,

And watch the floating pin points of light in my soul.

They were at once familiar and strange, a one sighted following,

A place where songs were sung backwards.

The sitting itself was an empty solitude,

But only on the surface.

Although years have passed, the echoing sadness still seeps in.

Thankfully, time and focus have helped to remove its sting.

But even time cannot erase the unanswered questions that linger,

They are still shouting in my ear to be heard.

My continuing faith in Sri helps to remove my doubts while

His quiet presence replaces my pain.

He has made me realize there is no more time for seeping sadness,

Its time has finally passed and his death has lost its drowning sorrow.

Now my teacher’s essence speaks to me in thoughts not words, but his message is still the same.

He tells me to be open, still, and fearless.

He promises that if I take it all in and have faith, I will receive what I need.

I will be held and loved – sunlit wrinkles and all.

I will never lose the sound of his voice as it is written on my soul and

Held close to my heart.

Sri’s wisdom is as profound now as it was then as

He tells me once again that my love for the other is right and good.

It is a love that was meant to be. There is nothing greater,

Nothing less, nothing more to need.

My teacher asks me to reside within that love, and feel the power

And strength that comes from knowing that it is right and good.

Sri understands that my love for the other is whole and simple, kind and generous,

Is light and darkness together,

He can see into my heart and

Feel how this love fills me with warmth and joy.

His words encourage me to never to give up for as his love has shown me,

It is not always easy to love but to love for love’s sake is in and of itself its own reward.

He taught me that it takes strength to love unconditionally, and

To hold another’s heart in your hands and not be afraid takes courage and commitment.

Love is not for the faint of heart.

September Morning (Sarah’s Birthday)

On By MiCoIn childhood, faith, family, hope, love, poetry4 Comments

In morning’s stillness, the owl sings to me of days gone by.

Soft darkness surrounds my heart and brings me back in time.

Back to a small building, a small town,

36 years in the past to an empty waiting room and dimly lit corridors.

To a quiet hospital’s artificial twilight while the world sleeps on,

Unaware of the new life signaling its time to begin.

It was just us, waiting together, physically connected as one

But for only a few hours more.

Your birth was the beginning of our separate journeys but as

A physical separation only, we remained together in heart and mind.

In that early September morning mist, as a tiny girl, you took your place beside me,

And changed my life with your smile.

You left the temporary shelter of my body,

And joined the permanent shelter of my heart.

Your presence in this world begin on that beautiful morning but

Your soul was already here, waiting for you to come back.

Right from the beginning your wisdom and light shown through your tiny eyes.

Your smile contagious, your grace and love profound.

You are an eternal soul born to bring a spark of goodness and light back to this world,

Your simple presence making the world and my life a better place.

You are now a woman, holding the little hand of the next embodiment of profound sprit and wisdom.

Your light is strong in your daughter and so the cycle continues.

From mother to daughter, sister to sister,

Woman to woman.

Together we are strong, loving, grace filled and eternal and build on each other’s strengths.

The time has come for us to take our rightful place in this universe.

Our life-force will change the world and the heavens and bring them back into balance.

And as it was in the beginning, the hands that rock the cradle will hold the hearts of the world and all will be at peace once more.

The change has begun.

September 3, 2015

MC

Turn the Page

On By MiCoIn love, poetry2 Comments

My soul sister posted a quote recently which read,

“There comes a time when you have to choose between

turning the page and closing the book”

An interesting concept, which choice will I make?

To do both is not possible; to do neither is not responsible.

The book cover is heavy, hard and cold but like the inside of the story,

The page is light, fragile, and forgiving.

The cover traps the future and the past within, between the front and the back while

The spine, the soul of the book, holds it all together in silence.

Once the book is closed, there is no turning back, anything left unfinished is buried,

It is too late, no recourse, just the blank stare of the title looking back from the cover.

And what if there is no title, does it mean there was no book,

No story told?

The other choice, to turn the page, is a gentler action, one done with softness

And kindness, an action of action but not of finality.

No demands or judgment, just the presence of mind to acknowledge that a change is due,

A new way to see, a deeper way to love, physically and emotionally.

An ending of sorts, but not really,

More a shift in perspective, a new beginning together.

The book cover is heavy, cold and dead but turning

The page allows change, nothing need be left undone or unspoken and no one left unloved.

I have made a choice. I am not ready for the heavy cover,

I will not close the book, end the story; bury him away between the beginning and the end.

No, my heart won’t allow it;

My soul won’t accept it, so instead

I will gently turn the page, I will rewrite, edit and proofread the lines. I will work on developing the characters and plot, but I will always keep the subject and love intact,

Because the story of my heart cannot be rewritten,

And the song of my soul can only be sung by him.

Noble Silence

On By MiCoIn Buddhism Meditation space, candles, darkness, faith, heartbreak, hope, love, poetry12 Comments

This silence, a noble silence of

Candles and Buddha.

Three nights, three days

Hours of silence, hours of sitting.

Heaven in bowls of homemade soup and crusty breads.

Food to nourish our bodies as this place nourishes our souls.

The bells welcome morning and

Breakfast nourishes in silence.

A retreat from ordinary life,

No jobs to do, no one to take care of except ourselves.

A beautiful place surrounded by

Beautiful people, soul sisters and brothers.

We are like-minded, but are on our own journeys.

As Shawn so rightly said, “no one can do your path better than you”.

New friends with old ideas,

Each their own but each the same.

And so I sit, just sit and be

I try to keep my mind still.

Sometimes it is,

Sometimes not.

A sinking feeling, sinking into my soul

Into that space behind my eyes that truly sees

I see it in fleeting moments of bliss

Nothing to hold onto, nothing to catch.

Hours pass by in seconds, other times

Seconds are hours.

Bells signal the beginning and ending

Three to start, three to stop.

Sometimes the end comes too quickly,

Sometimes too slowly

A moment can last forever

Or disappear in a heartbeat.

It has left a lasting, life changing impression

Am I brave enough to take these steps?

Do I know which way to go? I think I do and

If I am honest with myself, I will.

I have to take this chance, nothing will change

Until I make the choice.

If I do, in six months I’ll be fine

If I don’t, in six months it will still be the same.

Seems so wrong to have to pay this price again,

So wrong to have already lost before I even started.

So I will sit, alone in my mind, alone in my heart

And ultimately alone in my soul.

I need to return to the place of Noble Silence

And let the stillness dry my tears and harden my heart.

It is the only way to survive,

The only way to be.