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Summer Solstice/Full Moon 6-20-16

On By MiCoIn changes, darkness, dreams, earth, faith, god, hope, light, love, love poetry, nature, peace, poetry, seasons, spirit, summer, sweetness, thanksLeave a comment

Longest day and shortest time of darkness.  Magic in the moon light and peace in the secret of its knowing.

A secret to share with everyone but for now, only known by those among us of like mind, of those awake enough to behold the truth because it is a truth without words, a knowing in the soul, a connection to all there is but with no attachments.

A trust in the cycles of life, the rhythm of nature, the dependability of the cycles that Divine Mother brings.  She has laid in waiting, has been patient with our neglect but now it is her time, a time of new awareness, a time of a rebirth of the mother knowledge, a time to rejoice in her beauty and truth.

In this day of less darkness, let us see the meaning in the seasons, let us feel the vibration of Mother’s truth, let us believe in her promise in the light of the moon that she will never leave us in darkness and let us honor her in our hearts and share her love and truth with one another to become for all time sisters/brothers and lovers of the beauty of her truth and of the right of all beings to exist in the bliss of the conscious life.

Let us make a vow, a promise to her this evening of shortened darkness, to be her children and partners in the process of waking the unconscious to an appreciation of Mother and of each other and to make this world the place she has always dreamed of.

Join me in drying her tears with our hearts in honor of all she unselfishly and joyfully gives of herself.  The blessing of day light and moon shine, of love, death and rebirth, a never ending cycle, dependable in its truth and continuance, a chain never broken, a perpetual loop of manifestation of the unmanifested through and because of our consciousness.

With Mother to guide us and hold us in her heart of compassion, we cannot fail and can assist her in bringing forth a new earth, one of compassion, truth, beauty and peace for all beings and all time.  This is the promises in the moonlight and star shine of this magical evening.

Please Join me in silent meditation and feel the message of the bells and gong as we offer our gifts of the sweetness of life to our sister the river and our mother the earth, a taste of the fruits river’s gift of water brings us and a tribute and thanks to our Divine Mother for the beauty and flavor she adds to our lives.

The Moon Cried For Me

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The daylight faded into night

The dark swallowed me whole – and

 

                                                        The moon knew I could not say no.

 

You came to me and held me close,

I was putty in your hands – and

 

                                                         The moon knew you could not stay away.

 

You kissed my face and lips,

I kissed your mouth and eyes- and

 

                                                      The moon felt our building heat.

 

Your hands slid over my body and

Woke all of my senses – and

 

                                                  The moon felt your passion.

 

Our lovemaking was hot and real and

Warmed the ground beneath our bodies – and

 

                                            The moon, not wanting to intrude, turned its face and looked the other way.

 

While I slept you covered my naked body with flowers from my gardens

And then just walked away, unmoved – and

 

                                         The moon cried for me.

 

A Passionate Kiss

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It takes so little,

A soft touch, a kind word

 

A passionate kiss or a loving smile

To erase a world of hurt and sorrow.

 

The pleasures we give each other

Have no need for words,

 

For to love in silence

Is to love completely.

 

What we share is a soul deep connection

Which cannot be diminished by time, distance or willful neglect.

 

My gift to him of unconditional love

Is really a gift of freedom to us both

 

To be who we really are and to

Experience this love together for its own sake.

 

There have been stops and starts

But only in physical presence because in love there is no time.

 

So once again the physical will rejoin the heart in time

And the heat and passion of our love will resume, stronger for the absence,

 

As if it had never stopped.

I Can’t

On By MiCoIn faith, hope, love, love lost, love poetry, poetry2 Comments

 

All is peaceful and still and then, in the back of my mind

It begins.

 

It travels like a wave, slipping silent over my head and

Around my heart where it stays and waits.

 

But for what does it wait and for how long will its

Patience last before it leaves me for good?

 

In spite of these uncertainties and my fear of its leaving again,

I still welcome its coming.

 

It is familiar, soft, warm

And fills me with loving energy.

 

It travels through my soul and takes me with it

To a place and a loved remembered.

 

And with each fresh remembrance, the feelings

Are reborn within me.

 

Those special looks are seen again, a voice felt in my soul,

And that magic touch fills my senses and holds my heart in a gentle caress.

 

But it has become an emotion with no purpose and an empty sadness steals its beauty.

It had a purpose and a treasured place in my soul before,

 

But now, it no longer serves me. This is after, not before,

This is now, not later and in this now it holds only a growing place of sorrow.

 

I don’t think it understands or knows of its displaced now.

It must not or it wouldn’t keep coming back and wrapping my heart it its hope.

 

Maybe it just hasn’t receive the message,

The latest update on the state of affaires, but then again,

 

Maybe it has and just can’t accept and believe that it is true, that it has happened again…

 

Maybe I can’t either.

A Valuable Part of Two

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The heat of a summer day softens and slips silently

Into evening twilight.

The shifting shadows and cooling breezes of evening chill my being and

Bring an acute awareness of sorrow and emptiness to my state of mind.

This subtle, soft twilight is lonely and empty now

But was beautiful at other times and under other circumstances in my life.

Twilight holds tenderness and acceptance of love in times of loving but

When love is missing or withheld, twilight is punishing in its loneliness.

A solitary stroll through the garden is a waste;

There is no joy in relaxing in the rocking hammock alone. 

Light sadly leaves the landscape and drains the world of color

Just as this lost love drains my soul and heart of color.

The trees along the edge of the clearing blend into a fortress wall,

Locking me out in my loneliness.

Fireflies blink on and off but evade my eyes behind the fortress of trees

and the stark cold moon light accentuates  my solitude by throwing only one shadow behind me.

In better times, when I was not alone, the deepiening twilight was a magical time,

Full of love and acceptance.

 We walked the garden paths together, basking in the glow of the moon

 And soaking in the softness of star-shine.

Our shadows moved willingly behind us, hand in hand,

And fireflies lit our way home.

I want to go back to that time, back to being a valuable part of two,

Back to the times of softened days that faded into loving nights of passion and acceptance.

I need you take me back there, please…

As Only He Can Do (this piece is about a wonderful friend I had who passed away)

On By MiCoIn Buddhism Meditation space, faith, god, hope, light, love, love poetry, poetry1 Comment

 ((“That which is to be taken away

First must be given”  Tau Te Ching

Lau Tzu

 

 

I suppose that means I can’t lose what I never had.

But didn’t I?

 

The loss of nothing would be painless,

Not filled with missing and sorrow for what could have been.

 

Doesn’t the very missing and feeling of loss prove that I did have it?

If he didn’t give it, how could I have had it? 

 

But I did because it was given in soft subtle ways,

In after thoughts of kindness, in tender touches and looks.

 

In words only half spoken but completely felt.

I am not a fool, I didn’t imagine him, he was real as were his feelings for me and mine for him.

 

He said he felt the love in my touch, I could feel it in his too.

Such a strong connecting could not be denied, made up, faked.

 

Only words can be misunderstood as they are always left to interpretation by the receiver which interpretation is not always what the speaker intended.

 

Did I misunderstand?  Did I not get the correct message?

I don’t know, and now it is too late.

 

I am confused by the words vs. the feelings.

The meaning behind each is complicated,

 

Sometimes stark and cutting to the bone,

But in other ways and days softer and ambivalent.

 

Maybe I saw too much, maybe I viewed only what I wanted to see,

Accepted only how I wanted it to be.

 

But he was right, it was complicated, too many others involved, too many decisions to make and then, as if to save him from the hard choices,

 

He was gone, never to be here again, too late to ask, too late to know.

Death became a saving grace, a way out, a reprieve, a new beginning.

 

His last words to me, “you and I are all there really is” will always haunt me,

What did he mean?

 

Maybe when I lift the veil and step to the other side,  I will see his warm loving smile and feel his gentle hands on my face and he will take me in his arms once again and explain it all as before,

 

As only he can do.

The City Sleeps

On By MiCoIn darkness, dreams, fear, poetry, Uncategorized2 Comments

Its passageway’s are dark and deep

The city sleeps.

 

Traffic stops in the late night hours

Leaving the tunnels and passageways empty and echoing.

 

The statues that adorn the bridges and street corners stand in silence,

Their presence as forgotten as the craftsman who carved them.

 

Does anyone ever see them?

Does anyone ever care?

 

Buildings sit inches away from each other,

Built to use every bit of space,

 

None is wasted

None is.

 

They build closer and closer

Taller and taller until the sky is blocked out leaving no reminders of what is real.

 

The bus I ride from the airport to South Station navigates the empty streets, turning and sliding past the emotionless statues, the empty tunnels,

 

Past the tunnel doors that lead to nowhere and follows the

Streets and turns made just wide enough to fit through, does someone actually plan these places?

 

Or do they grow by themselves, out of each other

In layers and layers of cement and iron bars.

 

I feel the need to be silent in the dark empty city night.

The bus interior is dark except for my reading light

 

A tiny light illuminating

Just what is below it – me and my pen and paper.

 

Am I the only one who is really here

The only on paying attention …

 

All else fades to darkness in the back of the bus

The end of the tunnel, the dark and abandoned South Station.

 

It is an odd sensation thinking of the millions who lay sleeping all around me. As wildlife sleep at night, hidden out of sight in the forest.

 

The city draws the millions to it, holds them here, caught in the rush and sorrow of a life of illusion, but too busy to notice.

 

It is only in the dark of early morning that

The beauty and truth of this place is revealed.

 

Minus the noise, crowds, exhaust fumes and indifference,

The city glows with a knowing internal presence.

 

I feel its sadness like the bridge and

Street corner statues feel it.

 

They and I recognize each other as the neglected and forgotten ones.

Only alive when noticed but only noticed by each other

 

And only when the city sleeps.

 

MC 5-20-16

 

“I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch

Love is not a victory march

It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah”

Leonard Cohen