unremembering ~

17 Monday Mar 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

Tags

aligned, bliss, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, home, knowledge, living, love, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, relationship, restless, sacred intimacy, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wandering

was said
there’ll be another time
I wonder if that’s true
when I will find you waiting here
when I shall come to you
when I will read
and you will write
our words will spill the same
how many lives may pass as none
to wonder why we came

you feel it now
I know it’s real –
this longing in my soul
was made for words and words will come
how is that you know
I read it once (you taught me well)
how could that ever be
another time (of all we know)
a place of destiny
there are words
and there are words
that’s how I’m bound to you
as breath to breath
as earth to sun
I know this much is true
I’ll find you when
we touch
we love
we dream

I love that smile
it’s been a while
through times of disbelief
you knew me then
and now again –
the smell of burning leaves
would rivers know
the way to home –
will bring you back to me

. . .

keepers of time ~

14 Friday Mar 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry, Storytelling

≈ 9 Comments

Tags

beauty, becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, mystery, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, relationship, sacred intimacy, spirit, spirituality, understanding, value, wonder

a song
once carved
by Creator to wing
flew past
my window
the first day of spring

as clover
renewed to amethyst glow
was pushed
from my bed
by the melting
of snow

lacey
white clouds
took blue
by surprise
as wonder returned
from the land
of goodbyes

will heaven
be lessened
when compared unto this
as dogwoods are blushing
the sun’s tender kiss

our days
barely numbered
to these keepers of time
as falling
an angel –
gives bloom to the vine

. . .

author’s note – this dogwood
stands tall beside a creek not far from
where my parents live –
halfway to the place I grew up
she is taller than she
was then but just as wild
she knows my secrets
as I know hers
♡

curses ~

27 Thursday Feb 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

≈ 7 Comments

Tags

awakening, becoming, bliss, breath, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, relationship, sacred intimacy, spirit, spirituality, star crossed, strength, wandering, wonder

of these failings
fragile moments –
curses chase
a lover’s sigh
held as prayers
before the morning
– as promise gathered
into light

quiet first
as raindrops singing
low against
the window pane
wishes worn awake
by wanting –
stirs the soul
to dream
again

. . .

embers ~

14 Friday Feb 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

≈ 6 Comments

Tags

breath, connection, faith, family, knowledge, life, living, love, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, reminders, sacred intimacy, spirit, strength, to the bones, truth, understanding, valentine, wonder

I’ve been thinking about this for a day or two….perhaps allowing a bit more time for thoughts to make words.

Several ladies in my office were talking earlier this week about Valentine’s Day, that it is also known as Single Appreciation Day. One wasn’t familiar with the term, and the other was explaining it as a period of celebration for those without Valentines.

A few thoughts came to mind. First, I couldn’t believe they would tell me without expecting some kind of response.

Who needs a valentine to love? ❤

But beyond that – more. Do we really need a day? Really? Shouldn’t we be reminded of love, and to be loving every day? So many of our holidays are with the same purpose, to remind us of things we should know, that we should celebrate every day. Christmas, Easter, Independence Day, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Veterans Day… How short is our memory that we would need to be reminded, or that we would need an excuse to show love?

And more….. What proof do we need to know we’re loved? Do we need a box of chocolates to know we matter to someone? I tend to make things way to simple, but there is no one that I love that would ever pass a single night without knowing I love them. Not believing I do – knowing I do. The same with me – I know I am loved. I don’t need proof. Love does that. If we allow it, it changes everything. And I’m not talking about the ‘burn-your-house down’ passion. I’m talking about the embers that remain to warm us throughout our years – on long nights – on cold nights. Embers don’t need words to be.

I’ve seen a post or two lately on this (thank you for the reminder, Jane). Love (true love) simply is. It doesn’t need a place or a time (or a name) to be. Do we need the manifestation to convince us? Ahhh, WE are the manifestation. We are the love. Let us sit softly against the glowing embers and remember (always) that we are loved.

❤
nights
have passed
tho none the same
as once
you spoke my name
embers glow
against me
in the dark
reminders
e’er I need to know
of all I understand
silence bends
in mercy
to the flame

. . .

near ~

07 Friday Feb 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

≈ 13 Comments

Tags

bliss, breath, connection, gravel roads, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, sacred intimacy, silence, soulcenter, spirit, understanding, wonder

soft as dawn
approaching
light remembers dew
fingers touch
where words are left unsaid
laid between
the starting
of something more
we knew –
would take of breath
and leave us near
as one

. . .

memory of flight ~

06 Thursday Feb 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

≈ 27 Comments

Tags

breath, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, dreams, faith, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, relationship, restless, sacred intimacy, spirit, spirituality, star crossed, touch without touching, wandering, wisdom, woman

he said
the stars are fading
I feel it in my bones
will I wake
to find you sleeping
here alone
beneath a moon
we weaved into
another dreamless night

will I wake
beyond this memory
of flight

she said
I’ll have another –
maybe half a cup
let me sit here
while the sun is coming up
reminding you
the reasons
you let me stay this long

for another day –
another almost
gone

he said
you’ve always known me –
I warned you
from the start
of places unprotected
by my heart

how often
yet I wonder
how you come to be so wise
when I see ten thousand questions
in your eyes

she said
of times
unspoken –
was I first to hold you near
the last to kiss –
the last
to disappear

you wonder
when I wander –
how I wish
that you could know
there is nowhere I am going
you won’t go

. . .

is ~

03 Monday Feb 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

≈ 3 Comments

Tags

bliss, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, faith, grace, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, sacred intimacy, spirit, still, truth, understanding, value, wisdom, wonder

what silence dares
remember –
every breath
the same
of time
there is no keeper
to remain

where love abides
love endures –
beyond this distant
still –
within each sun
a sweeter plan
fulfilled

as always
is –
with thought became
a nearness
none can know –
love
is ne’er forgotten
by the soul

. . .

between us ~

02 Sunday Feb 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

≈ 12 Comments

Tags

becoming, breath, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, restless, sacred intimacy, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering

from the crest
a river rises –
storms are seeking
sweet release

I have waited
I have whispered –
lest you listen
come to me

where I was –
beginning always
just beyond this earthly swell
was an ocean
held between us
with a story
yet to tell

might I keep
the heart’s remembrance
might I wake within
your dream
seeking only
just to love you –

‘cross the rivers
run between

. . .

yet ~

31 Friday Jan 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

≈ 8 Comments

Tags

becoming, bliss, cherokee, death, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, resurrection, sacred intimacy, self, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, value, wisdom

how long the sweet
departing –
how dear the ways
recalled
tho time has passed
– somewhere
a moment still
remains of us
eternal
a voice upon
the wind
a passage unforgotten
by our will

. . .

close enough ~

30 Thursday Jan 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

≈ 7 Comments

Tags

becoming, breath, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, resurrection, sacred intimacy, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

settle these drums
tender this song –
(remember)
and I shall be made
the place
where memory
melts (into light)
as distance
these musings
to fade

as ink
through the years
pressed between hands
(folded)
the length of goodbye
a voice without
season
sealed into word
and worn into place
(as tears
left to dry)

for a time
(not so fleeting)
as breath
close enough
is kept on a shelf
in the dark
counted (the ways)
mere steps from me now
retrieving the flame
from embers –
a spark

were moments
(of holding)
forever so near
could see out beyond
all we knew
was life
worth returning
(again
and again)
as a star
to believing –
(remembered) us
new

. . .