Remembering Love …

Figment of my imagination–

Until I met you.

And then–

We danced a wild dream.

 

Open hearts collided.

Poetic visions united….

Fearlessly we witnessed

 Love’s song.

 

Days became weeks

And weeks turned to years.

The inside of my heart

Was called YOU.

 

Deep in the caverns

Of mind’s recesses

Old stories (of ME)

Disappeared.

 

Gradually, mysteriously…

Like the moon in her phases,

Eventually our nights

Became dark.

 

Time unbraided–

Wild hearts simply waited;

Yet LOVE, in her perfection,

Remained WHOLE.

 

Freedom is the teacher

Of this school, this course…

Her message to me was

Just LOVE…

 

Have gratitude for the journey.

Celebrate the memories…

Cherish the dances

You have done.

 

Love is the objective.

And also the answer.

It is the question

And also the SUN.

 

Attached to someone

Or noone

Love burns like a fire

That ultimately and truly is free.

 

It is okay to let go;

It is okay to still love…

Noone and someone

Are both Y O U.

 

This poem is, of course, about letting go of lost love–or more specifically letting go of possessive love in favor of universal love.  This is the gift all my experiences with love seem to give.  Love never has to die, it only has to evolve.  The lover and the beloved become one…

I wrote this about an important relationship in my life a few years ago for a poetry class I took at the University of Arizona but played with it a bit today …  as I continue to learn the humbling lessons of Love Alchemy.

 

 

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Moksha

One day this world’s

Gonna come to an end.

I’ll be released….

“Home Journey” begins.

For I’ll be born

Into the land of GOD–

A spirit realm

Where creation starts.

While I’m there

Don’t know what I’ll do.

Probably dream up

A world or two.

I hope to use

The gift of Light

To help my brothers

Escape their plight:

Endless cycles

Of birth and death…

The hope’s that moksha

Will bring some rest…

 

(For any who do not know, “moksha” is a Sanscrit word that means “liberation” and usually specifically refers to liberation from cycles of death and rebirth.  I took a “Religions of Asia” class in college and learned the word then.  I became a yoga instructor some years later and revisited the concept.  Ever since, I have been fascinated by it.  “Moksha”–it’s a beautiful word.  I do tend to believe in multiple lives, though I am not fixed in my perspective about this or any belief.  One day recently I came across “moksha” in something I was reading and thought “that would make a nice poem”.  So, I sat down and wrote this.  Most of my poems just “happen” kind of like that.  Inspiration and a few moments later, if I follow the inspiration, = poem.)

Mystic Eyes…

Mystic, mystic

“Journey of Souls”…

How will we ever

Find our roles?

Wandering the earth

Trying to awaken–

Looking for amrit

In a DREAM we’re making.

We each have a purpose…

We each have a path…

Some reason we came,

But it’s so hard to grasp!  

The Mystery, she knows:

Our purpose, our reason.

For circling the sun…

Each year, each season.

I’m impatient, however!

I want to know NOW.

I search at each turn–

For a secret to “HOW?”

But the answer’s inside.

It’s only in ME.

You can help me to look…

…But never to see.

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(“Mystic Eyes” – part of a larger acrylic on wood painting by the author)

Raccoon

How will I know…

Which way to go?

Which step is next?

Say yes or no?

I try to listen

To my “Inner Voice”–

Let this dear body

Guide my choice.

One thing feels better–

A little more right.

But still it’s hard,

I want some LIGHT

To shine on in,

Brighten up this quest

With clear guidance

So I can rest!

Which light is that?

The “ME” who knows–

“Higher Self” in the sky

Or in my toes…

Learning to live

I n t u i t i v e l y

Seems a crucial step

In becoming FREE.

An open heart

In life’s big game,

Will help us learn

From whence we came.

I wish it was

An easier task,

But I guess step one

Is “remove the MASK

Be fully myself,

Wide open and true,

Revealed to the world…

....And born anew.

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(These past few months of my nomadic journey I’ve been seeing a LOT of raccoons.  I decided to write a poem in honor of what I thought was raccoon’s symbolic message for me…)