Wind and Chi

This field, our place of wind and chi.
Big sky – distant mountains and
wind, always the wind
pushing the chi into our souls,
filling every cell of our bodies
with its energy.

We were together.

But now… he is gone….
and I am left here alone.
The silent soft sadness surrounds me and
when my body can hold no more
seeps from my fingertips and
the corners of my eyes.

In despair I sit, just sit with
my hands and feet in the grass,
my head in the clouds and
my heart in his hands.

This place, this field, is a crack in the veil
between the worlds
where the bodhicitta flows.

The Earth’s life force that exists here swirls like smoke around my feet
and echoes in the bird song
that fills the spaces between the trees.

Sun light is filtered in ever changing
dappled patters as the wind ripples
the grasses in waves that travel through this wind-chi place.

His essence lingers in this thin place and
even after so many years have passed,
it is here, but only here,
that I still feel him beside me.

I hear his voice on the wind,
see his smile in the bird song, and feel
his love in the sweet softness of the grass and
whispers of the evening mist.

When I am here, time moves slowly and
each moment osculates freely in this place
of wind and chi
where forever is cradled in the
blooms of the milkweed.

In memory J

Soft Heart Magic

It exists in the space between heart beats.

In shadows of trees on the sidewalk.

In the moment after the flash

and before the thunder.

In the distance between the words,

I            love              you.

It hovers between joy and heartache.

It flows through memories of

Now and then, here and gone, alive and not.

But it never dies, just changes it shape

To fit the time

The place,

The broken heart.

Too Late

It’s too late now.

No point in trying to start over.

It is back.

Same but different.

I feel like I’m waiting.

Waiting for life to pass as children do when they play games

killing time to grow up.

Except,

I’m killing time to die.

But it’s not a sad state.

It feels normal.

A part of the progression of life.

Moving toward the end,

is smooth and well… it’s okay.

I feel sometimes like time has stopped.

My quest for life’s riches has ceased to be important and, in its place,

is a quiet resignation, a comfort.

Gratitude fills me with the knowing that all is as it should be.

There truly is a time for every purpose under heaven…

Home Together

I hear cries in the darkness of the night.

They are sounds from my soul draped in velvet.

I hear songs sung in whispers

floating between the night trees as

silent, invisible swirls of chi

mingle with my thoughts and

illuminate my soul.

I lie down on the mossy forest floor and

feel myself seep into the earth to

become one with the trees and starry night sky.

All separation dissolves and everything exists together

at this singular point in time and space.

The forest and I have become one in spirit and soul,

both human and Divine.

We are all home together at last,

never to be alone again.

 

The Candy Drawer

A candy drawer.

Do you have one?

I do.

It’s a secret, special place,

One filled with an assortment of sweets.

The last drawer in by bureau,

The one I can reach from my bed.

It sits closed most of the time,

Filled with sugar and yummies.

It is a place that gives me permission.

What shall it be tonight?

A spice drop, bit of chocolate, or a refreshing fruity burst?

Its all up to me, every time, my choice,

Only mine.

If only life were as accommodating and approving

As my candy drawer.

Never Let Go

Seashells and wave echoes

Swirl and laugh in the emptiness behind my eyes.

I have let it go, sent it away,

Opened the lock and set it free.

This open space is vast, quiet and soft.

Wave echoes roll around the edges of my inner space

And blend with the stillness that never stands still.

There is a flow and a wash to this interior space.

A space that holds it all and more.

More me, more us,

All together in the vastness of love and peace, so come,

Kick off your shoes and dance with me.

Listen to the song of the seashells and watch,

Watch the empty space fill with us and more.

Catch the wave echoes when they come around again but

This time, this one last time,

Never let go.

Holders of Stars

I have joined my sisters and retreated.

Back and back to the very beginning,

Not just my beginning but yours, ours.

Back to when the sacredness of women was honored.

A time when it was known and valued that women were

The givers of life and holders of stars.

Society has changed over the years, but in our hearts there remains

An understanding of the continuity of our original place and purpose.

We know that we are not in or of this world

But exist in our eternal beingness.

We are awake and are coming back to claim our rightful place.

The past is remembered in our collective consciousness and it is with renewed Courage and strength that we again dance in the forest,

And the forest dances in us.

Once more the mountains and ocean belong to us,

And we to them.

Our renewed story is a recognition of our eternal story.

It is the story of our connection to the divine,

Not one limited to any certain place or time but a story for all eternity.

The same eternity that resides in a milkweed bloom, a bird’s egg,

A baby’s laugh, and our hearts.

And although our voices remain soft and gentle, we will no longer be silenced.

We are not done with this world and

The writing of our collective story will never be finished

As it has no beginning or end.

Our time is now and together we will step out of time one by one and

Rejoin our story where we were forced out of it years ago.

We are still the givers of life and

The holders of stars.

Sacred women once more,

As one voice and mind.

Together again and always.

This Moment (a favorite and re-post from 2015)

 

 

This moment, this one

Precious moment.

Like no other,

Only you and me.

At this second, no one

And nothing else matters.

All sound is blocked from my mind,

All I can hear is your voice.

My eyes can focus only on you; my body feels only your touch,

All else fades away.

My soul fills with your presence

Your strength and your love. Nothing can compare.

In this moment, we are all that exists,

We have no need for anything else.

Space shrinks to the size of your room

And the universe is contained in the pupils of your eyes.

The eternal truth resides in your touch and

I can hear the harmony of the heavens in your sighs.

In this moment we are aware and know that there is no heaven

No hell, no past, no future,

Just now, just you, just me.

Timeless, all consuming, beautiful and right.