Waves of white,
Dunes of snow.
A magical expanse
Of openness and light.
Wind swirls the
Snow in columns,
Leaving patterns of circles
In their wake.
The wind howls in eerie
Cries of loneliness and desperation.
All life is kept covered
Awaiting the sun,
Resting in the silence
And stillness of cold.
A ring of trees keeps watch
And defines the space.
I sit in the snow and sing.
My song resonates in the emptiness
Changing forever the space within.
This place fills me
And I am empty no more.
2/15
MC
Thoughts without action
Are worse than no thoughts at all.
A conscience choice – his alone to make,
Not to act.
He says:
“You are never far from my thoughts”,
But he does not act.
“I love you”,
But only in “his” way.
“I want you”,
But only when it works for him.
“I promise I’ll be back, I won’t run away again”
Just a lie of the heart.
Thinking, loving, wanting, and promises
In words only, without action
Are only ploys to keep me attached,
Keep me hoping.
With distance comes clarity,
Cold, self-centered and cruel
Not who I thought him to be.
2/15
MC
I sit, candlelight flickering
Through my eyelids.
The skylight reflects the candlelight back to me,
And the new moon back to the moon.
The night landscape is dark,
Cold and endless.
I am cold and endless as I rise above the candle.
The wind blows my hair and chills my bones.
My eyes scan the dark earth.
Fields lie in wait, trees sleep.
Hills role on to hills,
And night sky meets night wood.
My body and gaze rise above
The wood to the sky.
Dark joining dark,
Points of light joining points of light.
In the darkness there is no separation of earth and sky.
In my darkness there is no separation.
The flicker of candlelight
Through the skylight fades with distance.
The quiet and dark become who I am,
All encompassing, all inclusive, comforting
All dissolving into one.
2/23/15
MC
Embrace the feminine,
Rejoin the world of light and shadow.
My sisters await,
I have been gone too long.
But they are patient, their rhythmic drumming continues,
A call for wisdom to those who have come before.
The drums awaken in our souls the
Primal sounds of life.
Listen to the crows cry in morning
Listen to the night sounds resonate with the vibrations of life.
Brook and sky
Flow together in harmony.
My soul reunites with my heart.
My place is remembered and rejoined.
My heart is endless, and knows no time or place,
It retains a place for him.
He who completes the connection,
Body and soul as no other can.
But I have learned, that to desert myself,
To love so completely that I lose myself
Is not what it is meant to be.
My love must complement who I am
Not become who I am.
My love for him is eternal,
It takes up no space and has no limits but
I will not allow it to consume me.
If only he could know, could feel as I do,
Our love would be as it was intended, the connection would be complete.
The space between us would dissolve into vapor and
We would be one in harmony with earth and sky.
Together
And the crows would cry at sunrise
And the night sounds would resonate with the sound of my sisters singing and drumming in celebration of light and love, love as it should be.
2/11/15
MC
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