I wonder, what will they say?

Your presence was missed again today.
Two months since I have seen your sweet face.
Angel auburn hair framing sweet freckled cheeks
A voice so mild and gentle, but not exactly meek.

No. Not meek, but so very brave.
I can only guess at why you went away
Your energy so serene and so kind
I hadn't the luxury of also learning your mind.

And though this cruel world did hurt you,
You remain the epitome of feminine virtue.
I can only hope and pray that you are all right
And wish that I could have saved you from that fateful night.

Was it night? Or day? I can not say.
I do so hope that I see you again someday.

Feeling the Spectrum

Tears seeping into clenched hands.
Laughter erupting as I dance.

Let go of this trance called Pleasure and Pain.
Beneath all this, We are one. And the Same.

You and me. He and we. They and her. All a blur
Of colours and sounds, emanations melting into the sands
of time
Placing hands humbly on the ground.
Palms down.

Thank you Mother Earth. For supporting every moment of this life.
Thank you for my own birth, Mother and Father of mine.
Thank you to those who have loved me along the way.
Thank you for those who are brave enough to stay.

By my side. This wild ride. It is a beautiful dance.
Stalking my own mind for the voice that tells lies.
It speaks of things that are not so
My task is thus to ask it, though:

Is this true? And this too?
And is what I knew
the same as what I now know?

Travelling yesterday (Nov. 16 poem)

I was on the road yesterday. I jotted down the following, not quite a "poem" by any standards, in my notebook:


Maybe I could write a quick haiku?
But then again, seventeen syllables could never encapsulate the depth of this day.

To play! To laugh and to sing.
The Joy my heart can bring to this Universe...

When I am aligned rather than cursed to believe the lies my storyteller weaves
Small spider in the snow. Will you weave again tomorrow? Or did you freeze not long after I held you in the palm of my hand? Where must you land in order to thrive?

When I am happy, when I can see clearly
with a mind that is fear-free...

Oh dearly. There are many who would do anything to be loved like this.
So what is the problem? Can the problem quite simply be that nothing is the matter?

Sleepy brain. Relaxed. Soaked in minerals from the Womb of Gaia.
Free from pain. Made tracks on the lake where Angels or Soldiers dwell.

The blessing of being here on this Earth, of walking and loving next to you...

But again my mind begins to worry...hurry back to me. Talk to me. Walk with me. Tell me everything will always be ok...at least for today, we did pretty good, didn't we?

The internet said that feeling paradoxical is a sign of something toxical in the waters. But dear sons and daughters, a wise man once wrote:

"THE PARADOX IS ONE OF OUR MOST VALUED SPIRITUAL POSSESSIONS…ONLY THE PARADOX COMES ANYWHERE NEAR TO COMPREHENDING THE FULLNESS OF LIFE." Carl Jung   

Just a Few Moments

Pressed for time.
Words that rhyme
Don't always carry the most meaning.

Is that what words do?
Carry meaning for you?
Or does understanding seep through
Due to assumptions regarding what is and is not true?

Deep rhythmic rhyming and scheming
Words pulsing, ripe with meaning...
But if they have no hands to carry the intention I set
Do they not simply let
it fall to the earth?

Can we birth unintended forces
by taming the wild horses
of emanations, of vibrations
turning elation into chopped up pieces

Such as: The glory of her arms around my hips, her lips pressed softly against my...

oh my! We can try to describe the experiences of life.

And then send images and sounds bursting forth
watering seeds from the ground of the Source

The sources? What forces really are at play?
Yes. You may hear what I say.
But can we ever really know what we mean?
Do I even? Understand the Joy, the Pain unseen
And still deeply felt.

"Just the Way" A poem for my Grandpa Willy on his Birthday

"Just the Way"

Today. The 14th of November.
I usually remember
Grandma's voice on the line.
(Was I in Japan? Or some other far-away land?)

I can see her sitting peacefully
at her telephone bench (such a novelty when she bought it!)
next to her dial-tone phone with the giant numbers.

She permeates an energy as serene as Heaven must be
as she reminisces.

"Today would have been Willy's birthday." She tells me.
"I made him hot cocoa on the stove with milk, sugar, and real cocoa. Just the way he liked it."

Is that what Love is?
Knowing just the right way to serve our Beloveds?

I spoke with my father, his own father long gone.
"Yep. Dad would have been 105 today."
The measure of years no longer smacks of life ended too soon.

I never knew his sparkling eyes,
never witnessed his happiness as he danced,
never heard his laughter as he played.

I love to dance too. And though I never met you
I caught glimpses of the man you were
Through remembered Merry Dish-mops
Through talk of home made cream puffs
All the good stuff that memories can hold...

But I wonder, what stories would you have told?
Of your childhood? Your siblings?
Did you propose to Grandma with an engagement ring?

She said it was your smile that caught her eye.
She told me you didn't like thin lips.
Don't worry! Ours are all thick and full.

I never did see your eyes shine
But I do know just how they sparkled
For every descendant of your magical Mumm line
Has that twinkle of mischief–the light of Joy Divine.

One poem per day for 40 Days!

On November 11th I began a 40 Day Yoga journey. I think that when I started this blog many moons ago it was with the intention of writing every day for 40 Days.

Today I found myself to be very inspired and wrote 3 poems! That means I could catch up on November 12th, 13th and then have a poem for today, the 14th.

And so, my pledge is to write and post one poem per day for 40 Days.

November 12th:

"Sweeping Up Angels"

Clearing space

Crumbs and dust

Have left their trace

Upon the places we have gathered.

First sift through

Removing the tiny plastic building blocks

Of creation that You,

Beloved children, seem to spew from your pores.

Open closet doors

Finding secret filth cast aside

Left behind for another time where more

Energy is available.

Grains that have fallen from the table

Sprinkled amidst the debris

Food, hairballs, and specks all capable

of building a new empire.

And there, shining amongst the old, tired

particles...a sailboat and the Queen

Two discs refracting light like fire

That shines on a cold dark night.

I gently save them from the plight

of cheerios and dead skin cells

Then place them with the crystals right

Where two Angels might just rest awhile. 

November 13th:

"Residue" 

Refresh. Renew.

I love True! I do.

So why does a plague of uncertainty

Return endlessly to torture me?

I awoke! ...At least some (what?)

Feeling, for the moment, much less glum :D

Filled with potential to rain torrential 

Creativity and Love upon this Earth!

I am rebirth: reincarnation and eternal damnation

Rolled and moulded into one beautiful...

I (eye?)...am Holy, Wholly, woe-ly and slowly...

coming to the conclusion that certainty is an illusion.

Nothing stays the way it was. 

Consciousness is in flux, evolving as do we...

I see, I see...Mind is Alive!

For me to truly thrive

I can let those horses ride!

Without bridle, without reins.

Dancing boldly with wild manes 

flying in the wind.

Free.

I begin to see. 

Control of this cosmic mind is not mine to claim.

Whirling in beautiful concentric circles

Destroying any notions that time could possibly be linear...

But it is!

When we measure it, in minutes, in pauses.

Perhaps I best write myself a constitution with few clauses:

Your constitution is impeccable: change nothing.

The remnants of smoke that intermittently cloud Reality

Offer opportunities to breathe clear again 

To wake, to shake free

Releasing suppositions of what should or should not be.

What is Real? Baby? 

It is certain that you are, and also, please remember, me (too). 

Awaken

Awake in the night
Almost morning light
All right, all right.
I'll write.

Awake at last.
Everything seems a little clearer
Joy and Peace creeping nearer

I am Home.
Not alone.
No sins to atone.

I am Safe.
In this place
Dropping the masks from my face.

I am loved
From above
And all around me too.

You. and you. You too. And three
I see now
And what I allow

Is Kindness. Respect.
No need to direct
The luminous Love of existence
I surrender all resistance.

This is my life!

I am perfectly all right.
And grateful. And proud.
My voice singing out loud

Glory and Joy
Blessed by two Amazing Boys.
Blessed by Love.
Blessed by Family.

I can gently do all that is asked of me.
With humility. With Grace.
Mixing leather with lace.

Enjoying all moments dispersed through space.
Beyond time
Beneath rhyme

Each seeming crime
Was already forgiven since all times when
Life began
When it ends
Time in circles
We can bend our journeys
So that healing the omnipresent Now
Disentangles all pasts somehow <3

So I do.
And I am.
Living each moment as I began.
With Hope. Joy and Love.

Grateful and Connected.
Below and Above.

All circles of Unity
Surrounded by Community

Once we all dare to fly free
So many arms to catch us in fleeting moments of disbelief.

Hearts held sacred.
Hands held dear.

I choose Love, now and always
Over the illusion of Fear.