Just a kiss

Perhaps it was just a kiss

warmer than your soul remembers

in that moment's comprehension

but no doubt only some dim fraction

of your inner light unbound and undressed

where you are entangled

longing to be entwined, forgotten, and lost

adrift upon the sea of no desire without direction

lingering there until the sky becomes sunset

sunset becomes night

night becomes dawn

and dawn becomes day again

born anew a thousand times

each time unique without parallel

perfect

wrapping around your own reflection

as your shadow consumes itself

in the darkness of your own light

and in the light of your own darkness

you become one without separation

floating in yourself

a salty sea within a sea of clouds reflected in an eye

each folding into the other

oozing slowly like molasses

or running fast as heavy liquid gold

birthing out of each part of the other

and diving back into the same blissful abyss

a continuum of sighs

layered over in a divine skin sliding

like silk across a warm lake of fire without flames

screaming or silent

in motion or stillness

ever changing but always the same

never really new but always fresh

you reach for the finish that will not come

but eventually slice yourself apart

to become two again

two so you can see the both

and comprehend the beauty

of having been one

and the desire to be that again

perhaps calling this love

you might forget it is your essence

and nature

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Painting: Edvard Munch, The Kiss

Brenda's New Path

As you wander far and wonder wide

unafraid fearless and bold

you walk a new path

along a new stream

where the forest meets itself

in filtered shades of sunlight

and you find a new way

to stand strong and real

against the currents of doubt

as the Brenda you always were

emerges from your cocoon

crisp with fresh wings shimmering

ready to fly away upon the breeze

loving every moment

like tomorrow would not come

armor now left aside

its burden no longer needed

its heavy weight gone

the wait over

finally you stand as you are

manifesting your world in beauty

washing it over the eyes

of all who follow you

so that they might see

a brighter day

and a clearer night

as you spread joy

into worlds that once frightened you

now you find love overflowing

and you become the woman

you always dreamed you would be

and always have been

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Photo Credit: beautifulplacestovisit

Winter Fair

The sun shines in like honey

across a sugarplum lane

laden with icicles dripping slow

or freezing fast suspended un-dripped

where the water flows not

or does at the whim

of the sun, wind, and clouds

these days cannot last

but indeed it seems they do

yet the cold lays out a path

in which spring will soon walk

making happy the moments

born of sweet desire to be warm

in ways that only winter's child can know

so we find in that momentary sorry

the seed of tomorrow's joy

and as our toes freeze tonight

we take pleasure in knowing

some warmer pasture will bloom

when we can appreciate our life

that is how it feels to be

in the grip of love or loss

and in that grip we know

the pendulum will swing again

and that alone gives us some cadence

to appreciate the moment for itself

full and graced in every way

if only we can look through

beyond the mirror of our constraint

and see the pretty day rising

as it always does

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Picture Credit: Lucie Fair

Musings Unknown Without Direction

This new moment poised

flower of passion unopened

wondering how to step

or withdraw somewhat shy

unafraid to say but

so far away she flies

and how could I not recall

those curious things unsaid

that were already spoken

before their time could be known

and of course again the chime

like a bell somehow in mist

sheets of falling rain

cutting through fog

like soft candles in the night

peaking and peeking

awakening from a dream

that was only a memory of tomorrow

she calls my name and I

know the answer to that

but hesitate here a bit

never wanting too fast

to walk when running would do

just the same I sit and stare

at these words I write

fantastic in their speed

not how they flow but

the quickness of recognition

that comes from two souls

locked in kisses that may never come

yet they do in some strange way

haunt me to wondering now

could a moment so soft

skin pressed nakedly imagined

without even knowing a face

and yet it passes away again

like water falling cascades

musing in day dreams as I

poise my fingers for the next line

that erupts in a river of meaning

unknown

nevertheless less alone

for a friend with some voice

resonates occasionally late

and I do dream of speaking again

as it will come no doubt soon enough

never too late to hold someone's hand

in the darkness of fear that we transcend

so I withdraw nothing here

and walk forward without direction

or even intent

only thinking to scribble my breath

into these pixels to this stranger

unaware how her heart sounds

pressed against my ear at night

when only the moon shines brightly

or perhaps a whisper illuminates the room

where two entangled bodies recline

again without purpose or direction

other than more nearby than before

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Photo Credit: SandChamps

Hanging Between Heartbeats

Can you see the flow, dancing above you now?

Close your eyes,

let yourself drift back to a time before you were born,

still inside your mother’s womb,

while you were being carefully woven together,

bit by bit, strand by strand,

stitch by stitch, fold by fold,

guided by flowing fluxes of energy and

gradients of ions,

orchestrated by the loving rhythms,

switching on and off, fading in and out,

in a timeless march,

singing the tunes of those who came before you,

recalling the notes they have chosen,

so that you could be,

who you are,

in this moment,

HERE,

NOW.

Have you forgotten so soon?

Close your eyes,

see yourself as you are,

suspended in time,

hanging between heartbeats,

in your perfection,

waiting to awaken,

or trying not to sleep,

in order to perceive,

the wonder that surges through you,

from the edges of the universe,

to the end of time.

Cradle Dream

Dream child float away

lilting through the night

on your summer bed

softly in shadows sweet

the mystery of you is true

my heart comes unglued

at your golden sight

rocking you

in tender contemplation

true in every movement

how could you be wrong

and that proves it too

what you learn is only

just a wrapping

of blankets leaving you pure

even in your darkest deed

as you grow to be less

and I cast my eyes

into your heart sweetly

listening to you sleeping

my eyes grow tired too

but stay open just to know

another moment of this bliss

hoping you might stay

just a day longer

before the time must come

as you walk your own path

blossoming from this root

you have come full circle

I wonder, wonder, wonder

but answers fall away

I am content to know nothing

and only be here

in this true moment

alone by myself with you

my precious dream that breaths

our two worlds kissing edges

like distant galaxies

of far away times

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Photo Credit: okooko

UnAsleep

Perhaps you sleep unawake

under the rainbow of illusion

behind your ego's veil

glorious in your blissful misery

that you unknowingly embrace

gluing it against yourself

calling it without mercy

dashing yourself against the rocks

sharply thinking to be

unable to escape their reach

playing your own old patterns

then look deeper

down inside your knowing self

you are you alone

your way is your way

and no other's before or since

be unafraid to shed your presumptive conditioning

without following some teaching

or walking a path worn well

along some other ego's gory glory

or shaking a ritual stick

or gazing into crystals deep

or chanting a magic verse

all are tools leaving a mark

and they expire, leaving you nowhere

other than back with yourself

as you already are

to begin again

so follow not that way but only your own

like the Buddha, Christ, or any other

before they had a following

to corrupt their possible sweetness

perhaps only prophets unto themselves

if they existed at all in some way

before some rumors for profit entangled them

into a web of complexity obscuring the offered truth

and enslaving those that blindly follow

perhaps including you

so follow not the leader

or follower's follower before you

for the circle needs only to be stepped across

that line so thin that entraps you inside yourself

embrace your inner knowing

to transcend beyond your weak belief

release your fear and walk free

walk not in your own shadow or another's

but only find truth to be

as simple as it can be and is

without the complexity of explanation

only needing to be seen

so that you might find yourself to be

UnAsleep

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Ethereal Reference: UnAsleep

(NOT to follow, only to be inspired)

Lucie Fair Extraordinaire

Lucie Fair Extraordinaire

artist in hiding

in this pixel land so curious and strange

nowhere ever seen in flesh by me

she opened her heart

on some book of faces

somehow trusting me for no reason

and let loose a watercolor waterfall

full of light and love sparkling

cascading into the eyes of few

and then exploding somewhat larger

in a safe place she had never known

unasleep she began to awaken

shy perhaps and reserved

careful to manage herself properly

I see an angel painting the heaven

that flows effortlessly in her mind

in a warm summer sea so large it has no edge

other than the constraints she imagines

but I know her heart is as large as time can reach

across the universe of all dimension

a rolling thunder hiding there

awaiting its moment of passion so deep

placed dangling on the tip of her brush

it leaks onto her canvas so well and kind

always with good intention but reserved

and in that exposure

and see the edge of a soul

sweeter and pure

longing to sing and glow and grow and dance

spreading beauty across the eyes

of anyone willing to truly see

and that is my artist friend Lucie Fair

awaiting her cocoon to open

and become the butterfly she already is

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Artist: Lucie Fair

Today's Weaving

Astonished by today's weaving

I find music in the air twirling

singing my song and yours together

as separate melodies combined

A note from your world leaks

into the softest corner of mine

and tickles my imagination

in wonderment of what could be

I know no bounds today as I fly

above the darkest moments ever

they are gone in a flash of recognition

as I remember the score I wrote before

without ever knowing it would come

behind that veil so lovingly blinded

a curve ahead without warning

unwinds forgotten splendor now

gasping for my breath, effortlessly

humbled and mystified

I turn around and tomorrow arrives

a new moment unfurls itself at my feet

where I see a rainbow gradient backward

upside down if you could really know

inverted in time to find itself unplugged

but at least the color is perfect

and my imagination bends again

as some car comes off the rail

and flies across its chosen abyss

leaving the ground and everything behind

it was long ago just this moment

that I came to understand you as friend

and again I clutch my chest in wonder

how could no time have taken so long

and just like a mother's labor

emerging as a child

in joy and pain

so today we are born again

just another knot in the fabric

tipping my hat as you curtsy

locked in a perfect dance

that never ends

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Photo Credit: Lynsey Stone