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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.”

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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

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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

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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

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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