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Star Soul

On By MiCoIn dreams, earth, hope, light, love, nature, peace, poetry, seasons, spirit, sweetness, Zen13 Comments

Star shine drips from the night sky and runs along the naked winter tree branches like syrup

Leaving iridescent trails of silver to wrap around the rough barked trunks.

 

The sliver shine lights my way

As it spills star souls on the forest floor and

 

While I follow the star trails, eons pass in an instant and eternity sleeps

In the soft warm glow of acceptance and starlight.

 

The cold surrounds my soul and heart in these winter depths and

Dense air adds clarity to my vision as I walk the trials of the stars.

 

These star trails take me to a different place, a place at once new and ancient,

A place to observe all in silence while cloaked in the winter wood.

 

I see mosses hold their breath in the glow of the star-flow and hear them whispering their secrets to a silent waiting cosmos while holding tightly to the trunks of the trees.

 

Late geese fly across the moon, their cries urgent in the night sky

Confused by the uncommon shimmering silver ground below.

 

I am not alone in this realm of silver winter as

The forest is full of the souls and spirits of summer’s love.

 

I feel them all around me, darting in and out of tree shadows,

Stopping to watch me from behind drifts of truth and light.

 

The discarded autumn leaves warm the soil beneath the drifts

And life waits in patient stillness.

 

My mind becomes as still as the waiting life as I travel the empty space between the stars reflected in snow’s white depth.

 

There is no urgency in me or in this place

Only the beauty and silence of peace and star light.

 

The winter forest is a secret,

A complete world in and of itself hiding in plain sight.

 

Its silence a decoy to protect its love lying safe and secure underground.

Go to the forest; breathe in the silent dripping starshine,

 

Follow the starlight as it traces the outline your soul.

Blend with the magic of the forest as

 

It is only there under the canopy of eternity that you can become as silent and still

As the dense crisp air surrounding you and once again, as in the beginning,

 

Go home to that place within that holds you in the soft silver glow of now and

Within  that silent place returns you to wholeness.

 

The soul of the winter forest knows and understands you.

She waits for your return.

 

 

Now

On By MiCoIn Buddhism Meditation space, changes, dreams, faith, fear, god, growing, heartbreak, hope, light, love, love lost, love poetry, pain, peace, poetry, sadness, spirit, suffereing12 Comments

I was at the bottom with

No end in sight.

 

Mind numbing pain and sorrow

Blocked my vision and stopped my breath

 

But then, from a soul sister, in the silence of despair

Came a glimmering of hope,

 

A way to stop my ego, to

Reign in my mind.

 

She brought wise words of knowing,

A knowing and watching, a feeling and seeing.

 

And as I accepted that seeing and knowing, the thoughts began to drop away

One by one like autumn leaves.

 

There came an absence of words,

A deep stilling of my soul.

 

Finally a way to be, just be, the only way,

But not quite a total release as I was yet too weak, too exhausted from my struggle.

 

Parts of my ego and anger still held on, their grip

Like tentacles wrapped around my heart.

 

I wanted to let go, I thought that maybe the “wanting” was in the way,

But I accepted that soon even the wanting would be of no consequence, it would drop away on its own and

 

The anger would stop sneaking up on me,

Grabbing me from behind when I least expected it.

 

I know now that my ego and willful mind will not

Let go without a fight.

 

A fight to remain in charge, to perpetuate their control

And continue deluded behavior.

 

But I have changed, grown, and can now watch them from a safe distance and

At times even smile at their antics,

 

But I grow tired of their stubbornness, their uncooperative nature, their disdain for what is best for me.

 

They do not have my best interest at heart.

They have no heart.

 

Those two are not who I am and when I am finally in tune to the being that is my true self,

All else will naturally fall away and I won’t have to “deal” with either of them,

 

Nothing else will exists but the Now and

There I will happily stay.

 

Come My Love and Take My Hand

On By MiCoIn earth, hope, light, love, love poetry, nature, peace, poetry, sex, sweetness7 Comments

This poem is a re-post from a happier time,  a time when my illusion of love and trust was still in tact….

 

Come my love and take my hand, lead me

Through the simmering summer heat

 

To the dark softness of the

Shaded forest.

 

Ferns erupt from the

Moss covered earth

 

And the fragrance of dark soil

Pervades and surrounds my senses

 

As you surround my heart.

Take me through the woods

 

Through time and space

to a softer place.

 

A place to share love, trust and life.

Lay me down among the arms of the stream

 

Where it welcomes our heated bodies

With its cool, smooth water.

 

Lie with me and kiss the water from my eyes

As it runs in rivulets over my shoulders and across my body.

 

Your hands are warm on my body

In contrast to my water-cooled skin.

 

As we become one from two we

Blend into the flow of the stream

 

As inseparable as the individual drops

Are from the ripples our bodies make in the water.

 

Our union of joy becomes as integral a part of nature as the blue sky above

And the gold speckled stream bed beneath us.

 

The nakedness of our bodies becomes

The nakedness of our souls, nothing hidden, nothing false.

 

Our hands stay linked together as our passion

Warms the air around us.

 

Steam rises from our skin as the sun’s rays

Dry our water sprinkled bodies.

 

The contrast of light and dark plays out between us

And mimics the light of the sky and dark of the shaded forest around us.

 

Both are beautiful in their simplicity and

Are the complement of one another.

 

Our passion is unending and all-inclusive

Perfect in its symmetry and balance.

 

Man and woman,  two sides of the same equation

A world in balance – perfect.

 

 

 

 

 

A 4 a.m. awakening – a burst of light in the darkness, finally…

On By MiCoIn Buddhism Meditation space, darkness, family, god, growing, heartbreak, hope, light, love, love lost, love poetry, pain, peace, poetry, sadness, spirit, suffereing, sweetnessLeave a comment

I have not been mistaken,

It is the real him that I see,

 

The one behind the addiction.

The addiction is not who he is.

 

I love the real man and there in is were this intense pain and sadness is coming from.

I thought my pain had been for myself, my disappointment in him and me, how could I, the real me, have loved someone so dishonest, so capable of such deception.

 

What was wrong with me?   Now I realize my sadness and pain is because the man I love does exist beneath the addiction and my tears are for that man, the one trapped in his own sorrow.

 

I see what is behind all of this, maybe more than he sees himself

And that is why I cry,

 

It is when my mind is most still that my tears flow the most freely.

They bubble to the surface with ease when my mind is free and calm, the truth shines through, not to be ignored or mistaken for what it is not.

 

That is why the pain and sadness are so strong; they come from the stillness within me, from the depths of my soul, the place of wordlessness, the place of no mind, the very essence of my Being.

 

The intensity of this emptiness was overwhelming but now it is filled with love, complete and whole, compassion for self and others and a connection to everything. It is the same connection I have always felt but now it is set to the music of the universal consciousness.

 

A 4 a.m. awakening – a burst of light in the darkness, finally…

 

I can’t deny these emotions; to do so would be to bury them in an unhealthy way. They are real; my body says it is so.

 

They have a right to a place in me, in my being. They are what make me human but not what make me me.

 

The first step to dealing with them is to know and see

From where they come.

 

The tide of sorrow flows thorough me, from my head to my toes and oscillates between low and high continuously much like the natural rhythms of the tides and seasons.

 

My mind’s perception of this flow causes my suffering. Pain in life is inevitable; suffering with it is up to me.

 

A shift to no thought makes all the difference, my love for him is not a bad thing, something to get rid of, to fight with, to kill off, no, it is a part of me, a valuable part.

 

My ability to love in spite of all this deception is a strength, not a weakness. I have been consumed with this drowning sadness because my mind viewed this love as a failure, as an obstacle to overcome, as something I was doing wrong, as my fault for trusting, loving, but this love was not and is not a mistake.

 

Instead it is a testament to the real me, beyond my mind, beneath my mind, deeper than anything my mind can throw at me. My mind cannot deceive me any longer. I will not allow it to. I am the watcher, the observer of this madness.

 

To love is always good; truly loving not with the mind but with the soul is the essence of goodness and light.

 

He is a prisoner of himself.

What his soul seeks his mind confounds and that I feel is the essence of my sadness and heartache for him.

 

I have been confused by why this pain and sorrow is so deep and has such a grip on my soul, but now I understand. While my understanding doesn’t lessen the intensity of the emotion, it does give it a frame and boundary and by my awakening, my mind’s control is removed.

 

The why is no longer important, the endless scenarios of the past can stop torturing me, the prophecies of a sad and dismal further can be put to rest. The love is not gone, it never will be because it is soul deep and now it has found its place to rest within my heart and my peace has been restored.

 

I don’t have to stop loving him, I never will, this love is held close to my heart and will be forever.   Whether this truth matters to him or not, I may never know.

 

But as much as my mind would like to know and would like to be with him, the watcher knows better and will hold and comfort my being with a love greater than my mind can ever understand,

 

And that will make all the difference.

December Peace

On By MiCoIn faith, family, god, hope, light, love, peace, poetry9 Comments

December peace,

Joy in the silent voice of nature.

 

“The world in silent stillness lay…”

 

The anticipation builds and.

Woods and fields tingle with the static of Krishna-Christ consciousness.

 

Winter, as a time of darkness and cold, welcomes the colorful celebration of quiet joy

And of peace and goodwill towards all.

 

Tree branches reach for heaven

Their nakedness revealing their true nature,

 

Just as the Creator’s gifts to us reveal the

True nature of His love.

 

Gray December skies lower,

Heavy with the gifts of Winter and

 

Hardy crows sit in the tree tops and lend their

Voices to the choir of December love.

 

The Winter Solstice is a time for the celebration of the return of the Sun,

A symbol of the promise of light in the darkness, a promise of hope to all human kind.

 

An appropriate time as well for a celebration of the Sons of God who

Are the greatest symbols of hope in every type of darkness.

 

I can see the evidence of Their love in everything around me,

From the cawing crows, and the beautiful dried wild grasses of the field,

 

To the naked tree branches and the ultrasound picture on my desk

Of my newest grandchild still in the womb.

 

We are continually surrounded by the grace and love of the Creator

The proof is unmistakable and profound in its simplicity.

 

So this December, in this time of giving, open your eyes and heart

And feel the Joy; it is the best gift of all and it won’t cost you a penny.

 

Merry Christmas

 

 

 

 

The Joy of Simple Solitude

On By MiCoIn candles, darkness, dreams, faith, hope, light, love, love poetry, peace, poetry, seasons, spirit, sweetness, thanks, Zen11 Comments

The joy of simple solitude where

There is no risk to my heart, and no chance for destruction of my soul.

 

I can trust myself here,

I’d never do those things to me.

 

I love the solitude of evenings spent in front of the

Wood stove, reading and writing where there is

 

No one to answer to and

No one to betray me.

 

I am safe with just the beauty and silence of winter’s cold

And darkness for company.

 

I feel a silent peace from the holiday lights sparkling

In my windows and the feeling of

 

Love’s glow coming from

Within.

 

My peace is what I will make it to be,

Warm, safe, beautiful and right.

 

It is all I need for now,

This joy of simple solitude, however,

 

I am not fooled —

There is nothing simple about it.

Dreaming – a poem written by my lovely daughter, Chelsea! Such talent, such a lovely young woman :)

On By MiCoIn autumn, dreams, love, nature, peace, poetry, seasons, sweetness4 Comments

Dreaming

The air is crisp and biting as it travels down into my lungs.

I hear the trees’ bare limbs creak and whine in their icy blankets.

The ground is cold and hard where the grass once tickled my toes.

I savor the brief few minutes of sun that warm my naked face.

I miss the smell of dirt and the sound of rustling leaves…

I miss the sound of heavy booted feet on rocky mountain paths…

I miss the long awaited cool breeze on a hot summer day…

I miss bird song, thunderstorms, and roasting marshmallows on the campfire…

But Spring will come again as it always does,

The sun will shine and the snow will melt,

The ground will soften and grass will grow,

The trees will wake and grow their new leaves,

But for now,

It is silent…

Everything is sleeping…

Waiting….

Wishing…

Dreaming of Spring…

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.