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  n o o n e

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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Stormy Sunday

Simon you are

Like sunlight to me.

Penetrating, wild

And definitely free.

 

I love how you shine–

How you move and dance.

Together we’ve entered

A compelling trance.

 

But our love–it’s unstable,

A warm, stormy cloud…

Lightening and thunder

That’s deafeningly loud.

 

Together we SOAR

But also we dive.

It’s elating and painful.

There’s nowhere to hide.

 

I can’t trust my feelings

And just open to love.

It’s rocky…and wobbly,

Too confusing…I’m stuck.

 

I never thought I’d be

In such an unsteady state.

But what did I expect?

You mirror my face.

 

My true name is NISCHALA

Said a guru in the sky.

I must learn to live it–

Look fear in the eye.

 

“Steadiness, unwavering…”

This is who I am,

Said Satchidananda, the guru.

I can be it.  I can.

 

Hold tight to a fixed point,

And float in the abyss.

My heart is an anchor

When the dragon’s fire hits.

 

I always have a still point

Inside I can trust.

God is within me.

I do know this much.

 

My love is a light

So infinite and free.

If steady in myself

I am completed by me.

 

You are a gift, dear Simon

To show me once again

That the source of true love

Is inside my own skin.

 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

 

I don’t usually publish my more personal or “shadow-side” poems, but I realize by only offering the lighter side of myself, I am keeping my shadow in the darkness.  And one of my commitments, being the consciously evolving Scorpio that I am (or try to be), is to bring darkness to light and experience transformation through the depths.  I also really believe that creativity or the Muse can help us gain insights and heal parts of ourselves that are stuck or confused.  Writing poetry is one of the best ways I’ve found to work through difficult or painful situations and emotions.  Drawing or dancing can (also) really help, but there is a special power in words…Don’t you think?

Today a samurai.  Tomorrow a butterfly.  And so it goes…

Note:  Swami Satchidananda, the founder of Integral Yoga, gave me the spiritual name Nischala upon completion of my yoga teacher’s training certification in 2004.  The name was “channeled” for me through his principal lineage holder Swami Dyananda, as Satchidananda is no longer in the body.  Dyananda taught us that spiritual names can sometimes reflect the light and truth that we already are, but in other cases they reflect what we are destined to become through learning and growth.

Living up to this name has become a goal of my life…  OM OM.

Ode to Lemon

Lemon custard

Lemon pie

Better in my belly

Than my eye.

 

In my water

In my mouth

You cleanse my blood

Improving health.

 

I love your yellow–

So cheery and bright

My own little piece

Of sunshine’s light.

 

Round and firm

Juicy and fresh

You’re a tangy gift

Of deliciousness!

 

 

I’m living on a beautiful Hawaiian farm right now with lots and lots of lemon trees.  I’ve been cooking with lemons, meditating with lemons, juggling lemons, admiring lemons, and drinking lemon water every single day.  The lemons have been an inspiring and healing addition to my life!  They have helped me have more energy, a stronger immune system, a cheerful mood, and they have even shrunk a cyst I have had for years on my wrist!  I have been feeling so grateful to the lemons in my life lately, I decided to write this little poem.