Curves and lines like the hills of Spain,
Gives me beautiful thoughts without pain,
Her eyes so golden and brown,
Give one such an intense stare,
Her voice provides the room with such flare,
Locking you in for a dream of thoughts,
Her body has a thousand curves and lines,
Skin so smooth, like the glow of the moon,
Dark shoulder length hair, so straight and fine,
Lips so red and full, legs so long and brown,
A smile the devil could not forget
My heart,
well, sure it beats.
Like absent minded fingers on a desk.
Simply rolling
through the motions
without purpose to confess.
My ribcage questions the need
for its barricade of bone. Such a
placating, worthless organ
destined to pulse alone. Bereft
of beauty
of courage,
of valour,
of inspiring knightly deeds.
My pallid heart
selfish and flailing
like Moses in the reeds.
WE WILL GO TO LIVE WHERE CALLED
Listening to the inner sounds, the risings of Truth
Within this elemental house
The urgings of the risen truth guides us through
Storms and loves and oceans
And all things that might delay our arrival
Upon a shore designed specifically for our part to play
In revival
Resurrection to the One self.
Mat all beings benefit.
Honouring the journey that has brought me to this shore
Remembering light and sace and
Exquisite experiencing
Of self by others presence.
Presence,
Not consciously invited attended to the sculpting of
This elemental form.
I did not resist, am not resisting
I only know how to love.
This passion informs each and every action
No matter its seeming oddness
In a world designed not to remember.
Watching now I see this form reviving
Being remembered
As if it could ever have been forgotten.
Emerging form as light
Intelligence
Grace
Clarity
Openness
Informs and dissolves its history/herstory
Its conditioned grasp on an old self.
It is welcomed
As the old road was hard
And wearisome
Took too much time
Demanded too much struggle.
Now struggle no more
Only willingness and joy to be remembered
And danced by the true source.
Magical spirit erases time
I am danced continuously and forever.
Confidence arising within the field of higher knowing
Sacred Space
Confidence that is not mine but belongs to all journeyers
Arriving on this one platform.
Nothing could be more simple now.
Everything liberating into light-
Eternal home remembered
Remembering me
Sacred and profane combining
There is no more duality in this place
All has its purpose in its hidden truth.
Seeming ignorance guiding awakening
No one is asleep really
Only hiding for fear of being found.
Because in the old place, where there is no recognition
It seems preferable to hide.
Too painful now, this hiding place
As the emerging light demands presence.
But rest, rest deeply, only the eye that sees will be blinded
To see again renewed
By this stream of Truth.
Have no fear of being found, of being seen
Only those with eyes to see shall know you
And choosing wisely because there is no choice
Shall gaze openly, child-like
On what looks like darkness
And kiss it gently, sweetly
Until it crumbles, dissolves
Into its true formlessness.
Cielo…………
“Curves and Lines
Curves and lines like the hills of Spain,
Gives me beautiful thoughts without pain,
Her eyes so golden and brown,
Give one such an intense stare,
Her voice provides the room with such flare,
Locking you in for a dream of thoughts,
Her body has a thousand curves and lines,
Skin so smooth, like the glow of the moon,
Dark shoulder length hair, so straight and fine,
Lips so red and full, legs so long and brown,
A smile the devil could not forget
My heart,
well, sure it beats.
Like absent minded fingers on a desk.
Simply rolling
through the motions
without purpose to confess.
My ribcage questions the need
for its barricade of bone. Such a
placating, worthless organ
destined to pulse alone. Bereft
of beauty
of courage,
of valour,
of inspiring knightly deeds.
My pallid heart
selfish and flailing
like Moses in the reeds.
Umm, WOW!!!
What an incredibly beautiful and evocative piece of poetry.
I wish I could craft words just like that! Thank you for sharing!!
summer, the slow catapult
that bent us beyond understanding
back when we burned like bridges
back when every time we spoke
i wrote covenants
that swore i would let you go
eating mangoes with our hands
peeling back life’s many strands
like the dermis
of moments pregnant with endless
potential
WE WILL GO TO LIVE WHERE CALLED
Listening to the inner sounds, the risings of Truth
Within this elemental house
The urgings of the risen truth guides us through
Storms and loves and oceans
And all things that might delay our arrival
Upon a shore designed specifically for our part to play
In revival
Resurrection to the One self.
Mat all beings benefit.
Honouring the journey that has brought me to this shore
Remembering light and sace and
Exquisite experiencing
Of self by others presence.
Presence,
Not consciously invited attended to the sculpting of
This elemental form.
I did not resist, am not resisting
I only know how to love.
This passion informs each and every action
No matter its seeming oddness
In a world designed not to remember.
Watching now I see this form reviving
Being remembered
As if it could ever have been forgotten.
Emerging form as light
Intelligence
Grace
Clarity
Openness
Informs and dissolves its history/herstory
Its conditioned grasp on an old self.
It is welcomed
As the old road was hard
And wearisome
Took too much time
Demanded too much struggle.
Now struggle no more
Only willingness and joy to be remembered
And danced by the true source.
Magical spirit erases time
I am danced continuously and forever.
Confidence arising within the field of higher knowing
Sacred Space
Confidence that is not mine but belongs to all journeyers
Arriving on this one platform.
Nothing could be more simple now.
Everything liberating into light-
Eternal home remembered
Remembering me
Sacred and profane combining
There is no more duality in this place
All has its purpose in its hidden truth.
Seeming ignorance guiding awakening
No one is asleep really
Only hiding for fear of being found.
Because in the old place, where there is no recognition
It seems preferable to hide.
Too painful now, this hiding place
As the emerging light demands presence.
But rest, rest deeply, only the eye that sees will be blinded
To see again renewed
By this stream of Truth.
Have no fear of being found, of being seen
Only those with eyes to see shall know you
And choosing wisely because there is no choice
Shall gaze openly, child-like
On what looks like darkness
And kiss it gently, sweetly
Until it crumbles, dissolves
Into its true formlessness.
Cielo…………