Shadows are empty outlines.
A suggestion of life in a void of darkness.
My shadow follows me faithfully until I step aside
And light returns erasing the darkness and setting me free.
All I need to do is step aside, just step aside…
Tag: space
Again and Again
My life is contained in a shoe-box beneath my bed,
At the bottom of a green glass vase of pennies, or maybe
In the prayer flags hung over my mirror holding the cut-out owl Karen made for me.
My soul is contained and content in a mildewed pod growing in the land of wind and chi.
My future and hopes lie waiting in my pendant box, waiting for my questions with answers I may not want to hear and
My love, where is that? In my heart or his? Love and lust are confused and linger in the scent of him on my heart.
My future is no more concrete then a speck of dust illuminated by the sun’s rays peaking through my lace curtains.
And death, what of that?
When it comes I will seal it and I in an empty bottle and set us adrift on an ocean of eternal possibilities and
Where the tide will take us is where we will stay and begin again, and again, and again…
A Beautiful but Bumpy Ride
Wisdom leeches out of melting snow banks and
Star light travels from the ground up as
moonlight seeps though the pores of the earth and floods the sky with peace.
Come, sit by my side in the forest at midnight and
Feel the earth’s truth in her being.
Be still and let your soul be free.
Then hold me tightly as it is a beautiful but bumpy ride!
Take Care
There is peace in my body,
Light in my eyes,
Love in my heart, and
You in my soul.
I am an interesting mixture of
Timelessness and words.
Hold me close and I will enlighten you,
Love me deeply and I will give you heaven,
Hurt me and your thoughts of me will stain your soul
Forever, so, take care and
Be mindful of how you hold me.
Winter Loneliness
Stars swirl in a midnight sky as
The forest tiptoes through darkness,
Aware only of itself.
The owls have returned.
Their voices in chorus give life to the darkness.
A fox barks back to them in welcome,
His winter loneliness forgotten.
(4/7/16)
Silent April Snow
The early spring silent snow
Fits my mood.
It is a white dusting of truth
Accentuating every little branch and twig,
Making every little lie all the more obvious.
The silence into which the April snow is falling
Seeps through my eyes and into my heart
As if to smother and quiet its
Telltale beats.
It comes as blessing and a curse by
Prolonging the inevitable with maybe that one last chance.
But I know the sun will come out and
It will all be just a memory …
Once again.
A Play of Stillness (2/24/17)
I sit on the stage.
Darkness surrounds me.
The audience, if there is one,
Is silent.
There are no props on the stage
Only layers of black curtains.
Although I don’t remember auditioning for a play,
Here I am.
It’s odd that there is no music or
Other players.
So I sit in my darkness for what seems like forever
But there is still no sound, no movement, no life.
Just stillness and a mild sense of confusion.
I feel the space in front of me more than see it.
I sense it is there, curtains in a circular shape
A boundary perhaps but between what and where?
The other side is unknown and unknowable
Until the show begins.
But will it begin? Still there is no script or other players,
No music or lights.
I run my hand through my hair to prove to myself that
I am still real in this sensory deprived place.
But what is real about an empty stage, a wordless play,
A playerless story?
I begin to realize that
None of those things matter.
All is stillness and non-duality.
The “show” never begins and never ends.
The circular curtain and empty stage contain eternity
And this space is an empty place within me.
There will be no play, no script,
No lights, no audience.
This story is mine, the darkness my stillness,
The only witness, me.
Just me as part of the universal consciousness
Acting out a play of well-rehearsed lines without ever saying a word.
Each player a part of the whole
Never separate from the others.
All joined in the cosmic drama
Of existence.
The curtain rises on one story, one actor, one consciousness
In an act that never ends.
From The Inside Out
When I take the time to look inside, instead of outside,
I find miraculous things. Things I never have seen before,
Feelings I never have noticed and rules I never have followed.
Oftentimes they are the feelings and rules I have imposed on others but never followed myself.
Others whom I say I know well and in my arrogance convince myself that I know how they think,
And feel but in reality, my assumptions are baseless and I realize
That it is only me who I can ever know…
But only from the inside out.
The Single Second of Midnight
The Deep primal sounds at midnight are
A gathering of voices in the dark.
The language is unknown
But the meaning is understood.
Darkness hides the players
But not the play
As it is a script followed
Since the beginning of time.
The cast of characters remains the same with only
The players changing.
The truth of the story portrayed is undeniable, and
Is perfected in the casting of souls when the sounds of their voices gather and
Eternity resides in the single second of Midnight.
3/1/18
I Am Here
I am finally, totally, here and I will never leave you.
You don’t ever have to be lonely or afraid again.
I am here.
Through the years I have come and gone.
Sometimes stayed close, sometimes far away.
At times lost to you in this secular world,
Tied up by thoughts and indifference.
But now, a change has come, an awakening.
It has happened slowing, in subtle ways and small steps.
I am here.
I will hold you while you sleep.
I will witness your dreams and shoo away your nightmares.
I will hold your heart and put its broken pieces back together.
You will never be away from me again.
I am here.
It will be just you and me now, you and me forever.
There is duality but no separation as I have come home to the place I never left.
Back to the heart that has been the same
Throughout time.
I am here.
I will finally step into the job that was mine
All along.
I will be your protector, your biggest fan, your patient teacher
And, most of all, your greatest love.
I am here.
I am sorry you have suffered, have been abused,
Unloved and broken.
I am here.
You are defenseless against the world without me, but now,
I am here.
Here with clarity, purpose, vision, emptiness, power
And love. Never to leave you again.
To do so would be impossible because I now see that I am you, I am your heart and soul, your “I Am” with no beginning and no end, and
You are my vehicle for experiencing the world, for sensing and knowing the manifested from the un-manifested. You are my beating heart, my body friend and my charge to protect. You are my very own
human—being.
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