Category Archives: Beginnings
Whatever day we set aside
At the end of, or, beginning of our week,
Will always be a spiritual— personal day.
Regardless of religion, or non-religion—
Somehow, that day, in our lives, has survived
As One day— to be set aside.
Reflection, repentance, acceptance;
Encouraging us to continue living
In mutual peace— for the rest of future
One leg dragging, the other —behind bended knee
I reverently balance. Wavering from doubt,
I fall prostrate, head on the ground…
Toes need a shoeshine.
I pay homage in acknowledgment, in humility;
Everything is greater than I am.
Womb of essence; ignition of light to life,
Great Lover in wisdom and without gender—
Give me a Faith free of guilt
Through this chaos of doubt.
Plume my wings
In my ascent. Unravel my bondage
From this self
The moon waxing,
Reveals an awakening without history.
Greetings soul! Spirit and spark of truth!
Oh, transition in created to creator.
1st. draft posted 2014
We are (all) personal care attendants
Attending to each other—
But, most of all,
In that relationship—
We become companions.
Perhaps that is what happens—
After love’s personal illusions
As we accept
Maybe we can just skip the step of love
And go right into companionship!
Ms. Holly complains after eating pizza,
Which, she thoroughly enjoys.
“Too much salt!
I can feel my legs swelling up,
And it hurts to walk.”
I tell her to put her feet up,
She does not have to talk—
I remind her,
That I, cannot remember
what I forgot.
–It takes awhile
Before we turn to each other
Returning discreet smile—
Accepting what we do
And what we do not.
The distance for my success, that could be jumped; a quarter-mile wide and a quarter-mile deep, never existed. Yet, wearing a smile, I jumped! Then what?
I floated, between non-existing marks. With arms flailing, Legs wiggling in space, head heavy as an elephant, or, with maybe just their footprint.
Everything that I believed in, defending it from the start, to my last breath; to ultimately fall with foolish bliss in exhilaration, hitting face first into the ground.
Still, I have the urge to jump that cliff again.
But, this time, from another side.
Roaring chariots down thunder road
Spring’s breaking ground to surface a rose
All of it, is noise—
To awaken the dreamer to follow the sound
Drummer and screamer or singer of songs
Silence has no meaning
Unless we are there before the sound
Protest the ears that share the same mind
But not the heart—
That listens alone, before expressing
The blessings below or above the ground—
Splintering wagon wheels
With roses and thorns
Wine, whiskey, and roses—
In alcove with three large windows
Straight lace tablecloth on heirloom table
Barn-board counter top, single sink,
Hand pumped water
Red-checkered vinyl tablecloth
Two shot glasses, acapella— on each table
Vase, decanter, and a blue corked bottle
One in the Yin—
Another in the Yang
A well-rounded glass globe—
Wine circling in small waves
Well below the rim.
The toast is the same.
Mason jar with whiskey and ice
Raised above a drying rose
The toast is the same.
Salute’ to the empty chair
At both their tables—
“May you be well, happy, and peaceful.”
Note: True Lovers Past