26 Thursday May 2016
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
12 Thursday May 2016
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry
it was the way
I felt
when I dreamed
of nothing –
not the road ahead
nor the turning round
to ease the path
of forgotten lessons –
light from somewhere
just beyond
my hands to grieve
as hearts to flutter
dare my feet
to dance again
was here we swayed
in sweet communion
– a waltz
recalled as light
to dream
. . .
29 Friday Apr 2016
Tags
endless, home, life, love, remembered to home, returning, sacred intimacy, sweet, time, touch, travel
whene’er
the spell of twilight
burns
to steal a sky so blue ~
will then I pause
my heart in wonder
how much of time
tis breath
til you
and I are found ~
when days no longer
move to block the path returned
how many stars
were wishes trailing ~
trade but for some other
spurned –
will find a place
within my soul
reflections of another past
nights
when I was famous ~
even so ~
left my name
amid your secrets
fallen stars
now taking hold
. . .
20 Wednesday Apr 2016
Posted in home, Poetry, Rambling, Uncategorized
“Sometimes, in the midst of a crazy day or a crazier week, I get an email from my brother, ‘meet you below the falls in five minutes’. And just like that, I am somewhere else, breathing in the cold spray from high above, as laughter echoes off canyon walls. Even now, I close my eyes and hear the wonderful music that is bare feet on flat rocks.”
If we’re fortunate, we realize the blessing in the midst of its becoming rather than only in retrospect. In doing so, we free ourselves from bitterness, regret, and a future filled with frustration as we attempt to re-write the past.
In doing so, we erase the illusion that is time.
While the body may be tethered to the advance of hours, years, seasons, love is not. As someone near and dear to me commented recently, ‘How time dissolves in the mind, when our frame of reference is simply love …’
Touché
. . .
28 Monday Mar 2016
Tags
all I know, allowing, gravel roads, life, love, remembering, roads to home, sacred intimacy, sometimes, wandering
of moments
some unworthy
I’ve forgotten
where they went
roads I thought
might get me back
to home
loosened by a memory
kept aside the same
words where none
would matter
anyway
how it was
and where I left
these pieces of my soul –
to question
who would notice
what was gone
dreaming
has a way about
of bringing us around
along the road
we wandered
yesterday
. . .
22 Tuesday Mar 2016
Posted in Poetry
Tags
life, love, memorizing, sacred intimacy, still, time, truth
were quiet
there another time
a place
not very far
in silence
still I hear
your song –
an echo left
when nights are long
and the porch swing
creaks –
as hours pass
beneath the same
sweet moon
. . .
03 Sunday Jan 2016
Tags
ageless, assurance, becoming, conscious consciousness, divine, forgiveness, home, love, memory, sacred intimacy, time, truth
pages folded
spine to spine
your head upon my shoulder
where soft
the tangled spent
of words is kept
silent as my heart
reverbs…
to still the oldest current
of home to call us
deeper now
than bone
tears
a sweet assurance
of years beyond my own
ten thousand more
might dare I speak
and wonder
there your name
from creases
in becoming
where I was
before as now
pages drying
words –
a single sun
. . .
27 Sunday Dec 2015
Tags
acceptance, becoming, breath, conscious consciousness, destiny, divine, fearless, like this, moments, old maps, returning, sacred intimacy, story, unremembered
winter was ne’er
for the fragile of heart
and yet I remember
so clearly the day
clouds were laid over
a hole in the sky
blackbirds were telling
of lovers by name
a destiny curs’ed
and frayed
unknown to believers
weaved into faith
when last I was here
– as time
without place
as touch unrepented
warmed by the still –
a blossom untested
til now
november
was never the story untold
repeated in
chorus ten thousand
tongues old
played for the one
without memory of less
truth held in check
by the coming back
round
to dreams we’ve
forgotten
somehow
. . .
01 Tuesday Dec 2015
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tags
blessings, breth, destiny, divine light, home, love, remembrance, sacred intimacy, touch
in the still
that holds remember
pages urging to recall
how it was
and where beginning
we were carried
from the fall
crashing sound
of ancient whispers
waters flow
against the night
heaven pines
but for a moment
souls returning
into light
. . .
08 Tuesday Sep 2015
Posted in Poetry
Tags
connection, gravel roads, home, knowing, letting go, living, love, memories, remembrance, sacred intimacy, seasons, time
I’m the road
made sure
for coming home –
the taking back of time
words where none
would fit
the same as mine
from here
the waiting restless
as stars
again align
I’m more than once
you might have dreamed
– thought
removed of rhyme
gather me
remember me
beyond this sacred
afterglow
lay me down
beneath the night –
another loved you so
in keeping
let your sweet embrace
replace my will –
my need to go
til all of you
returns to me
as all of love
I know
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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