We see through mists
to where we think Love bides.
Never pausing,
or sometimes even breathing.
The fear this red and luscious longing
will go out there on the wing
and not be one with us,
or attempt the Soul to Soul
deep contact thing…
Nothing comes from forcing
as forcing creates fixing
and from fixing,
not one tear can flow,
not one heart is healed,
not a single life is saved…..
and no one,
not one person
receives our abundant beautiful Heart.
Love ~ Whole ~ Heartedly
Sounds titrate.
Dark night beckons
mind-worms
as owls call.
She stands, holding
the vertical cot rails,
breathing stuttering
with terror…
Insanity stirs inside
this cell….
No one comes.
Waiting
I wish someone,
you, me, other
would, could simply
decommission
the waiting game.
Fear is in the unknown.
Freedom is in
surrendering
to what is,
even for a moment.
The Thimble
It is a little light going on in my tired, dimmed mind.
Something I have never seen as precious
until this very moment has bubbled up in a ball of soft
white light to the surface of my thinking……
Yet it’s not just my mind with which I think it,
for, as my body buzzes with recognition of Mother
and the gift she gave of her silver thimble,
some other warmth showers my nine year old self.
I felt safe and secure when Mother was darning.
I sat by her, watching her wrinkled hands, those working
needle and thread against the tension of the cloth…..
With thimble behind, breakthrough was sure.
The support it gave to push yet not harm,
to succeed with this quiet and peaceful task
just with herself, an exercise not entirely for herself
yet one which allowed her own, now centred self, the space.
I found warmth bathing me…….
Mother felt safe and ……..so did I.
Look Up
Sometimes it’s like being alone,
feeling the mixed nature of that blessing.
Your attention is in staying balanced enough
to make it through and then,
the calm of nature becomes stirred up and fired
by elemental forces….
Do you not know that when you look to the pitted ground
to preserve your footing, you may not see
through the blow of your wild and windswept hair,
others, coming towards you on the same path?
To look into each other’s soul-filled eyes,
we must first look up and breathe
…… in order to see.
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