if only we opened
we didn’t screw it up
we took the Indian path
to the West
where my heart lies always
but you know the secret
with a pain so deep
that we leave it unsaid
As I walked the Gotham streets
looking with eyes from outside
not seduced by tourist beats
or native heart held aside
Amidst the morning’s staggering commute
and establishments for every need
there was a girl sobbing without pursuit
unseen by those with their iTunes feed
Still more came into my eyes and heart
dark chill of New York despair
the homeless walking by ignored
practiced glances shifting past
It can be all too much you see
a burden beyond just you and me
some think it best to just ignore
others like me still try to restore
Yet I had a secret this dark Fall day
some sunshine held deep within my heart
a better way to keep it all at bay
than using iTunes to stand apart…
Put some sunshine into your heart
Where do you stand? Do you tune out? Do your eyes slide past? Do you have some way you make a difference? As I walked the New York streets I found myself warmed by a little thing I had just done. A difference made. In my heart I held some sunshine, Camp Sunshine. I had made a modest donation to help a terminally ill child and their family have a week of joy. Yes, it is one small thing. But, for that family they will have precious and endearing memories. One small candle lit against the darkness. Please join me. Support Zippy Shell’s Sunshine Challenge. For every dollar you donate they will match it up to their goal of raising $2000. I just looked and they are over half way there! Let’s put them over the top. Help out and carry some sunshine around in your heart this week.
Each day weaves deeper ties of home
Shared experiences of joy
Your eyes lighting up into smile
My laughter filling the kitchen
We breath dreams together each night
Subtly aware of each other
Held by strange attractors in sleep
Unconscious forces molding us
Choice, we chose this life my darling
Commitments leading to meanings
Meaning leading to commitments
A virtuous circle of both
But you know all of this don’t you?
Those deep, wise eyes of yours take me
Showing me meanings of the heart
You who knows the red leaf’s beauty
Drawing me back into being
The simple joys of deep meanings
Like feeling your kiss on my lips
Your hand holding mine holding yours
You mean the world to me darling
You give this world meaning and depth
I am so so happy with you
And long to be back in your arms
You Facebook chat with your dear old friend
he with the child tragically struck
we both shudder at his routine day
watching his child waiting to die
their very life warped and misshapen-ed
like the disease which torments them all
twisting the boy as one side grows more
leaving his other side so far behind
yet they make beauty and love out of pain
forestalling the darkness with their own light
we are blessed my darling, so very blessed
let us rejoice Love, and send them more light
Is it poetry when I say your name?
Is it heaven when I look in your eyes?
Is it happiness just to be with you?
Is it love we are making every day?
I do live in a world of poetry.
I do look directly into heaven.
I do find myself simply so happy.
I do see us making love every day.
Darling, who can I thank for all of this?
Heaven on earth, in your eyes, and our love.
You standout against the
too tired to be colorful
calling me with your passion
red overlapping green
almost lost among the brown
reminding me of her
who would have honored you
with better photos
and studied perspective
I capture you for her
to talk of being awake
us, blessed by a French Mystic
to live a life of red leaves
Our love was made of such moments
my sky drawn deeply to your earth
both of us seeking rich wetness
in nature’s contemplation, found
you reflecting all that is good in me
me, mirroring your beauty my darling
both of us seeing more in reflection
adoration in our recognition
for in these simplest of moments
holding hands and looking deeply
we are content and found
water reflecting love
Sitting outside your walls waiting
Singing love to you from my heart
Passions vibrating every brick
Wondering how it can all hold…
But I love the beautiful walls!
Knowing the garden just inside
and will wait patiently my love
for windows and doors to be built
For the day you let me visit
with deep reverence, utmost care
I will whisper to each flower
chanting sacred mother earth songs
meanwhile, I sit here singing to you,
knowing it’s not your walls, but your heart that’s trembling
Out of nothing, strings together, something…
energy that flows and weaves all these strings
into shapes, into textures, into tastes
threads mixed and mingled with bits of us both
Forged with God’s own energy, we’re sunburnt
basking and baking in spiritual fires
captivated by such sublime forces
blinded at times by the intensity
into new awareness, of you, of me
and these heartstrings which softly tug between
At times you simply take my breath away. I, so ready to always talk or write. – STOP – Dropping straight into the moment, Being.
Amazing to see you resonating. The very essence of understanding. You mirroring me, me mirroring you. We unfold deeper into mystery. Brilliantly deep like the still Mountain lake. A place for us to sit in reflection. So beautiful to emulate the calm. Still waters reflecting our inner Peace. Regret-less.
All this presses and impresses on us. We are forming out of this centeredness. Joy in Being.
she words me her soul / reeling from her depth, stunned / pen shaking can’t write #Haiku