in the joy of the ride
now and then I step across
the lines that I myself had drawn
let ‘me’ be seen in the light
trusting I could journey for a while
on paths of discovery
totally immersed in the joy of the ride
inspired into the deeper passion
for my work
. . .
most intricate tapestries
Time is so precious
while existing in this moment
I add joy or sorrow
to the portfolio of my life experience
in the past I gathered knowledge
through discipline of self
and through the difficult act of surrendering
In the future lies creation
awaiting specifics from me
My feeling life lies in the moment
floating within the ethereal
the pulse bringing life to desire
and within equanimity
these past and futures circle and weave
into most intricate tapestries
As I surrender into this perfect moment
past and futures flow into the creation of this Life
. . .
the freshness of discovered friendship
This microcosm within the broader context
awakens me
exhilarated and empowered
to awareness of this whole new arena
of which I have only dreamed
The contrasts of my life
bring clarity to my expanding desires
adding details to the tapestry
witnessing the unfolding and creating anew
I love the freshness of discovered friendship
the standing together in view of each other’s dreams
the shared joy in experienced alignment
Thinking of you my newfound friend
. . .
to ask for help
what is the greatest force upon the earth
that can be moved
within the heart of every man
by a small child who knows that he is lost
and
who has not forgotten how to ask for help
sometimes that is so hard for me to do
to ask for help
as if my admission that i am in need
would diminish my stature as a human being
i feel privileged when asked
why the reluctance to do the asking
the questioning mind must formulate with words just so
that in the asking whole domains open their gates
it is mine for the asking
ah yes
what are those questions
. . .
only out of choice
i know i cannot hold you
for love in bondage shrivels to the point
where it can slowly slip
through the chains to freedom
so i will never hold you
and always my door will be open
for you to come and go
and always i will let you know
that here within these walls is a safe space
where you are wanted and loved
where you have total freedom
to be exactly who you are
so be here only out of choice
as i know that only out of freedom
does the butterfly choose to land
lightly upon my shoulder
true beauty can only shine through freedom
. . .
yet i need to hide
how many times has that sudden urge
driven me to secluded places
where the heart could breathe
if i am to have my thinking touched by my heart
i need to know the heart
i need to understand its breathing
its giving and receiving
when in the present moment of my thinking
the heartfelt thoughts rise up
weaving themselves amongst the rigid scaffolding
softening the edges with the peaceful magentas
sometimes i need to hide
to gather inner strength for the journey
to be sure i have enough softness
to apply to the edges
enough pink to seem
as seen through rose-coloured glasses
and i come out gently as the cherry blossoms
knowing that too soon is fatal
as is too late
i must be attuned to know the moment
i must be in time
in the present moment
. . .
life is an art
Life is an art
and the degree to which
I experience the ‘agonies and the ecstasies’
will be the degree to which this life’s tapestry
will take my breath away
. . .
the best is always yet to come
within this moment
I express the gratitude I hold
for all my family friends and lovers
for all the joys and sorrows
and for that middle flattening of nothingness
that have brought me through the spirals of life
to stand within this moment
open and ready for the newness that awaits
lifting me to float
amongst the mundane tasks of everyday
with a rekindled inner sunshine
. . .
the best always
a sweet moonlit kiss
we stroll hand-in-hand
slowly meandering
the walkways in the moonlight
the shop windows calling to our desires
to view artifacts that connect us
in the emotional bond of remembering
to seek articles
that in our reminiscing
lift ancient losses to the ethereal
to be whisked away
by a sweet moonlit kiss
a kiss that restores us to the moment
where all else disappears
leaving us in comfort and contentment
enveloped in an aura of Love
. . .
the best is always yet to come
matters of the heart
You spoke poetic words encircling our hearts
and in that moment my heart stopped in recognition of
the shining space in which I stood
a fleeting shimmer of the unfamiliar
the rapture lingering
enticing me further toward
the luminescence
that riant indication
that there are more things than that which meets the eye
a brilliance sparked from within
a momentary enchantment
and
now the task of making sense
with no past gleaned knowledge
of the portals’ locations to such regions of the heart
the entrance to these uncharted territories
discovered only through
an impassioned quest
my ‘better judgment’ warning me of the intrinsic dangers
in such seeking involving matters of the heart
the heart must lie ‘open and ready’
the only state through which
this internal light may shine forth
illuminating the way
. . .
the best is yet to come