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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Dreams Do Escape

Perhaps,

I’m EARTHPOET–

With words buried

In mushrooms…

Deep in the forest

Amongst colonies of trees.

..

Tied to their roots

By delicate INTENTION,

My thoughts leak to the surface,

Dangling as leaves…

….

Or maybe,

I’m MERMUSE–

Hiding in the shadows,

Diving in the moonlight.

Singing songs of the wave.

..

My MYTH dances

As bubbles…

The daydreams of dolphins,

The pearl of an oyster…

One day.

….

*This little poetic expression was inspired by my friend Andrea who posted the poem “As for Poets” by Gary Snyder on Facebook today asking all her friends “what kind of poet are you?”.  My poem is my answer…

Spontaneous Soul Shine

The dream I have

Deep in my heart

Is that all may know

The work of art

That is their soul,

That is their chance

With life on earth

In creation’s dance.

Each of us has

The power to choose

To sparkle and shine

Or sing the blues.

I want to sing!

I want to love!

Focus on JOY

And stars above.

Thought IS power…

Power to CrEaTe

A life of bliss

That r a d i a t e s

Out from you

Into the world

Improving lives

With dreams unfurled…

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(“Heart Birth” watercolor pencil drawing – drawn during a Thich Nhat Hanh retreat – by the author)

Driving the Dreamship

What I want to know…

What I want to say …

Is will you come

With me to-day?

To go for a ride

On my DREAMSHIP

Where we’ll learn to fly,

Dive, twist, and FLIP…

In the DREAMSHIP school

We navigate life

With lots of love

And plenty of s p i c e.

I like to ask,

“Are you having fun?”

Cuz if you’re not

It’s time to RUN–

Run fast and hop

On your own dreamcraft…

Create a life

With more pizazz!

Each day you open

Your dreamship doors

And step into a world

That’s entirely YOURS.

Mind your thoughts.

And your feelings, too…

         The things you think

Come back to you.

 

Dreams that BLOOM

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GROW your garden…

(YEAH!)

Grow it TALL…

The flowers and the creatures

And the fairies a l l

Want you to prosper,

Want you to THRIVE…

With a sweet garden

Where you can dive

Under the bushes

And inside the trees–

The energies will embrace you:

Birds, plants, and bees!

When you are struggling

And when HAPPY, too,

The garden’s a place

Of healing for you.

So…don’t delay now:

Find a piece of earth!

Connect with the mother

Who wants to give BIRTH

To a very special spot

Just perfect for you–

A garden for growing

Dreams that BLOOM.

 

(“Inspired Garden” painting – acrylic on wood panel – by the author)

Spiral Center

I’m goin’ down

To the Spiral Center

To meet my soul

In her gypsy splendor.

 

What we’re gonna do

When I arrive

Is share some plans

So I can thrive!

 

My Gypsy Soul

She’s got a Dream–

A path for me

Laid by my team.

 

Up in the sky,

In the spirit world–

Before I was born

The spiral curled!

 

The time has come

To find my way

Around the spiral

So my soul can play!

 

And when I reach

That golden center

The “sweet spot”

I soon will enter…

 

It’s in this spot

In the heart of me

That I’ll live my Dream

And  set  the  Gypsy  free.  

 

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(“Spiral Center” oil pastel by the author)