Tag: love

It Waits

On By MiCoIn courage, dreams, earth, faith, god, growing, hope, Joy, light, love, love poetry, Man, nature, peace, poetry, poetry changes, spirit, sweetness, symphony, Uncategorized, Woman, Writing4 Comments

It waits with patience hands

Outside our knowing, waiting to be let in.

Its story is always the same,

Its truth dependable but not always what we want to hear.

There is no hypocrisy, no deceit in its soul.

It is the soul that fills the void, that encompasses the eternal.

It exists in rhythms of time, tides of dependability,

Cycles of freedom and seasons of hope.

It can be ignored, but never escaped and so it waits,

In beauty and joy, in bliss and acceptance, in love and peace,

For us to wake up and realize it is but a mirror of ourselves,

The face of our existence, the light in our souls,

The essence of our being

Before we were born.

November Silence

On By MiCoIn autumn, changes, earth, Joy, light, love, nature, peace, poetry, seasons, spirit7 Comments

 

 

The color outside my bedroom window is gone.

Yet evergreens stay to remind me of life’s continuance, always existing just below the surface.

The trees are stark silhouettes of gray,

Each branch and twig evident and asleep.

There is a new silence in the wood.

It is a soft, comforting, sleeping silence.

A hush of reverence,

A soothing of soul.

Awareness hangs liked smoke among

The naked branches.

It is an awareness of belonging, of no doubts,

Of confidence in the being and faith in the belonging.

And so they stand, the trees, in winter’s silence,

In perfect harmony with their place and mine.

Each a witness to the other and

Both a witness to the One.

Love in Silence

On By MiCoIn autumn, Joy, light, love, love poetry, poetry2 Comments

It is a soft and gracious October evening.

The wood-stove’s warmth seeps into every nook and cranny,

Warming me from the floor up.

I step out of a hot shower after coating my body with

The silky texture and fragrance of rosemary/lavender goats’ milk soap.

I wrap myself in soft cotton towels and robe and

Settle into my favorite chair for an evening of creating.

While I write, the clouds evaporate over my house and

Star light shines in through the skylight over my head.

The clear skies bring cold frosty night air to fog and freeze my windows.

But the warmth holds tight inside while the cold air presses against my door.

On this October night the stove will win, the moths will shiver, the crickets will fall silent and

Falling leaves will crackle and dance in the biting wind.

While I, in my soft warmth, will think of you and write of love in silence.

Still Believing

On By MiCoIn changes, courage, dreams, faith, hope, light, love, peace, poetry4 Comments

She feels like an endangered species,

While she waits, still believing in love,

She hides beneath the ordinary

Remaining the one who is always overlooked.

The well of love she holds is full,

Free for giving, free to be taken, to be emptied with limitless refills.

Yet still she waits, wanting to hope, yet not daring to,

Trying hard not to expect, knowing it may never be.

Loving yet never loved,

Loving alone,

Yet still believing.

Because of Him

On By MiCoIn autumn, faith, god, hope, Joy, light, love, Man, peace, poetry, spirit, thanks, Writing5 Comments

Gratitude for the smallest of things

Becomes gratitude for the eternal.

Because the eternal exists in even the smallest,

A baby’s laugh, a milkweed bloom, a crystal blue winter sky.

An autumn leaf, falls softly in silence,

Releasing its life with gratitude in a celebration of color.

It is the small things in my life that cover me in warmth and

Feed the fire of my gratitude with love.

I am thankful for sunrises and sunsets,

The defining moments of each day’s beginning and end.

I am grateful for my children and grandchildren –

All manifestations of God.

The life light in a newborn’s eye,

Holds the spirit of heaven and the knowledge of Krishna’s grace.

And when I am in danger of forgetting these things, I sit and go deep inside myself,

Inside to that point where I am connected directly to him and he brings me back to grace.

It is my gratefulness that fuels my passions for the loves in my life, from acorns to hummingbirds

Grasshoppers to lightning storms,

Soft kisses at midnight,

And sweet love in the morning.

I am grateful to exist in a flood of grace and love.

Grace that is endless and effortless, and love that is all encompassing.

My heart is full and soft and my smiles are because of him.

Hari Om

 

To Be Remembered

On By MiCoIn changes, courage, darkness, love, love poetry, poetry1 Comment

 

Even this has passed,

But all too soon.

It has left yet

Is not forgotten.

It remains in touches

Scents and feelings,

In bright white smiles

Hiding the truth.

Soft kisses smother the sadness for

What could have been.

And so it has become only a tool

To be used, a means to an end.

 

Now it is nothing more than a silence to be heard, and

A touch to be remembered.

  

Summer Sunday Evenings

On By MiCoIn changes, love poetry, poetry, sadness, seasons, spirit, summer, Uncategorized1 Comment

There comes a soft sadness with

Summer Sunday evenings.

 

A time of day that remains empty unless full,

Lonely unless shared.

 

One week’s ending is

Another’s beginning.

 

Just as his absence is just another ending

And his staying away just another beginning.

 

My lonely heart aches and

Forgotten tears fall in silence as

 

My memories of him are left to collect dust in the corner,

Their silence speaking volumes.

 

No one else cares,

No one else remembers, and still,

 

The soft summer sadness of Sunday afternoon silence

Continues without end.

After All

On By MiCoIn changes, courage, darkness, dreams, hope, light, love, love lost, love poetry, pain, peace, poetry, poetry changes, sadness5 Comments

 

It rolls out in waves from

One thought to another.

It remains as one heart flowing into the other

Then back again to me.

It travels by glowing starshine that lights its way

Through the darkest nights only to

Leave me at dawn as sunshine brings back the true sight,

Sound and taste of its love.

But as it leaves, its absence is not sad as the void left behind is open,

Open to every other possibility love can explore.

It becomes a love bigger than me in spite of its misplaced attention

And I see that it was meant for me, after all.

Always

On By MiCoIn changes, hope, Joy, light, love, love lost, love poetry, poetry, poetry changes, sadness3 Comments

His hands at the center of my back

Touch the center of my being.

My hands draw him in,

Deep into my heart and soul.

We are two separate beings

joined in one existence.

It is an existence that comes and goes

is here and gone.

It is empty yet full.

We are together but always alone.

Maybe it is too much.

Too lovely, too sweet and smooth,

Deep but never whole.

Always over, again and again and again

But always just beginning.

Words

On By MiCoIn changes, hope, love, love poetry, pain, poetry, poetry changes7 Comments

Expectations and explanations

Both changing with the wind.

Both a disappointment.

Just words, so many useless words.

They are stubborn and painful,

Mostly mine.

I’m tired, world weary tired.

It’s all too confusing, too many games,

Too many rules and players.

Too much thought.

Leave it all behind

Drop the thoughts,

Don’t believe them

They are not real.