boundless perfection

my cousin and dear friend passed away recently and i am reminded of a poem i wrote when the love of my life passed on some seventeen years ago and i wanted to share it with you

i know that i shall never see

                           the light of day upon your face again

             or hear the joyous sound

                                 of your very laughter

i know that i will never get to touch

                        the softness of your hair against my skin

           or feel the grip of your strong hand upon mine

i feel like a desperate woman

                              my need to see you consuming my whole being

             and yet i know that time will heal the pain

we have spent so many years

                            and all that time i have been your woman

            i know there is a tie that binds us

                              throughout eternity

                                          i knew it the instant that we met

                                                             and that has never changed

many times i thought

                    that i could separate myself from you

                        and the bond grew stronger

          our time apart never makes what we have less

                          but in that realm of thinking

                                               where true freedom lies

                                  our relationship expands and soars

                                                         leaving this mundane existance

                                                                    entering into boundless perfection

                                                                                           and

                                                                                  there we shall meet again

. . .

the best is always yet to come

to the moon

to the moon

which lightens the path in the dark abyss

            holding the feminine soul in its keeping

 so what is the meaning of this journey within the feminine

                         the temple for this spirit being this vessel

                                       innately held within an aura of love

with love being the greatest gift of all

the feminine magnifies what is

            and shines a light on the beautiful that lies within

                                        radiating that to all

                      the balancing act

i dance the ballet of balance

                      always held within my life of soul

         that place where feelings pirouette and leap with grace

                                 and touch once more upon the earth

                                                                 and sigh

that breathing in and out

                 of my feminine nature as it seeks wholeness

it is not a solo dance

                and i must seek that masculine within my world

                                   with whom to step this dance of love

                          and within this choreography

                                                    the light begins to shine

. . .

the best is yet to come

the power of my word

‘in the beginning was the word’

i must be vigilant to speak forth only that which i wish to come into my life … once i become conscious of the power of my word i will only utter that which is in alignment with my desires … my reality becomes the manifestation of these desires through my word

the best in always yet to come

feeling good is my guidance

i listen to the voice within calling my name and identifying my desires – whispering the ways to enjoy the journey … i have to remember it is my journey- that i am my own keeper and what makes me feel good is my guidance … we each come with our own personal purpose – only i could possibly know what is best for me and i must compare me only to myself

the best is always yet to come