Meandering
We grow unexpectedly
Richer
Oregano and Sage
Tag: wisdom
Discomfort
Longing for safety
A warm cocoon
Leave the cold at the door
Closed eyes against the troubles
Howling in the dark
I want soft music and quiet books
I want romance and love stories and happy endings
I want boats floating on tranquil waters
Under blue skies with cotton candy clouds
Longing for pleasant dreams
Deep sleeps
Friends and laughter
Good hard work with time to rest
Time for me
Longing for home somewhere
Sometime
Discord makes an ingress
Violence calls unannounced
Shocking not shocking
How full of madness is the world
How full of strife
We no longer have to operate from such lack
How can humanity continue in this way
There is plenty for everyone
Distribution and hoarding are the main barriers
Logistics, and logic, and heart
Could so easily combine
Here we sit on the sidewalk in the rain
In wonder that no one opens the buildings empty
For shelter
Could you care less
Could you care more
Discomfort
Could you address the
Could you change the
Can we improve the
Blank spaces with hope
Blank spaces with care
Bland spaces before we
Slip over the edge
Humanity drowning in war
Humanity choked by greed
We were called to love
Above all
Our people
We were called to love
And did not answer this discomfort
With charity or generosity or wisdom
So came the collapse
Towers of Babel falling
Undone by pride and ignorance and obstinance
The ocean devoured the mountain
The mountain exploded into the sky
Somewhere a small god giggled to a
Small goddess and said
“Okay, I reset it. Your turn.”
Pivotal
Right here in the now
Spinning
The turn may be sharp
Take care
An unforeseen development
A change of direction
The sudden introduction of
New information
A decision made which changes
The landscape
A heart opens in a dark place
Light streams out
Love blossoms like flowers in mid-summer
Listen closely
You can hear the thrum
Chance and change
Keep your eyes open
Wisdom close
The light will show you
Which way to go
It’s always love
Love
Which lights the path
Circles and Cycles
Sharing
Isn’t always easy
She’d eat my food
I didn’t know at first
Or understand
A community mind
First trip to the grocery with her
Loading up with things I’d like
It’s been decades now
Sharing time
A place to shelter into
Sharing friends
They started sharing too
Filling my home with replacements
For much of what I’d left behind
Filling my circle with love
I give and give back and give away
Everything I need within reach
A call away
A text
We cycle gratitude
We circle around the debts we owe
Which do not cancel each other out
Life for life
Blood for blood
Soul for soul
This giving and receiving
Endless circle
Material things or wise words
Or simple presence
Gratitude rises
Gratitude overflows like a fountain
Gratitude streams over the edges
Softer
Smoother
Until we are luminescent rivers
Until we are the shimmering ocean
And you reading this
Are now caught up in an eddy
Maybe you will understand in a year
This vortex which has swept you upside down
Shaken you firmly
Stretched you out longer
Wound and unwound you
Until you are dizzy
Will place your feet firmly
On the path invisible
You walk on water
Miraculous
Imperfect Love
My heart loves perfectly
Wholly
Without terms and conditions
My heart is caged
Trapped
Within me
By mind and ego and scars
The past warps expressions
In the rush to emote
I trip over words
Phrased poorly
I am tactless
The worse it goes
The worse I make it
Stumbling and desperate
To give and share the perfect love I feel
The more I try
The more I fall
Stumbling over broken shards of truth
This healing is too hard, I cry
I squash the ego with humiliation
I’m sorry, I say
I’m sorry I’m broken
I’m sorry I wasn’t healed enough
I’m sorry I survived this way
I couldn’t find another way to make it
I couldn’t find a different way to live than this one
I contorted
To be loved
To be understood
I try to be what you need and what you want
Yet in the end I am just this
Mess of partially healed
Partially wounded
Partially wise
Partially healing
Partially damaged
Partially processed
Parts
I am a stew of emotions
I am a bird in flight in the rain
I am the limping wolf
The deer tangled in barbed wire
My heart is caught and wild and pure
If I knew how I would be only peace
If I knew how my words would only soothe
If I knew how my actions would only heal
If I knew how to be invincible
I would cease panicking
Stop suffering
End doubt
Even rocks are not invincible
The world itself suffers
All of life is a blend of love and pain
Light and shadow
I am a layered painting
I am a song of dissonance and harmony
And so are you
And so are you
Loving imperfectly like me
Being imperfectly loved like me
We muddle through it
Wading through this life
Knee deep in mystery
Bog sucking boots
Trying to find dry land again
We slog through the difficulties
Until we’re safe on the forest path
Filtered sunlight and dry trails
Our love growing more confident
Skewed a little more to perfect
A little further way from pained
And we walk joyous together
In the welcoming woods
Couple (with audio)
They look over the water
From grizzled visage
The years layered and weathered
On sentinel faces
She wonders if spring will come soon
And if the family of mallards will return this year
He is watching a crow fly and doesn’t answer
She did not need him to answer
After so many years
The most important conversations were silent
They overlook
They withstand the changing seasons
Growing older
Perhaps growing wiser
It’s hard to tell from here
Watching the bark shift in the dancing light
I think they are happy there
Together by the water
As their silences span days, and months, and years
I visit when I can
And listen to the wisdom
Left unsaid
Thrumming from the tree which
Holds them sacred
Vigilant couple
Watching over the water
Keeping an eye on the sky
I’ll be back
I tell them
But they know that maybe I will
And maybe I won’t
After I’ve left she tells him
They always think they know
And that’s their biggest flaw
He looks at the sky, empty now
And holds his peace
