Silent Passings

 Sometimes when we open to risks we encounter the reasons we shut down to begin with. An event occurred that triggered some grief that comes from people passing without closure.


In modern life it is so often considered somehow rude or deficient to want or require continuing connection or at least some explanation from the people in our lives. And I wonder when that strange societal more' happened...because we all seek the warmth of lasting connection.

Silent Passings

I move through the people in my life,
Wending and searching for the warmth of contact
in a forest of cold skeletons rattling in frost.
Wondering, where have their essences gone
And why they did not say goodbye
Dissolving into their own stories without a backward glance,
Leaving brittle question marks along my path
And the silence that echoes shrieking in my mind.

Work in Progress

I have a category I call monuments. They are poems constructed from or dedicated to the Grace, the Divine. This is a work in progress for that category.

Recently I have been participating in some distant healing sessions given by an amazing healer. He sends out to anyone who simply connects into the healing. There is no expectation of payment in any form..not even the unwritten expectations that most spiritual healers have that you live up to their help by "doing the work". He does not know or care he simply sends energy in love. Whether you believe that energy can be sent of not, just the mere fact that he is willing to accept my worthiness and give to me without it being a secret barter is huge.

Yhis is actualy a poem about a lightworker's dilemma in a world that values external productivity so much that it tends to starve the lights it needs to survive.

 

 Distant Healer- Healing Light

I have been a light
flickering in the darkness
Giving hope to the lost
So long

I thought this was the end
Diogenes lamp remained truthless
no more tinderleft to keep
me alive.

Reality's Zombies walk blind
lacking divinity's touch
Draining and judging vessels of
God's Grace.

Once I was happy to shine
reeled as gracelight's lighthouse
Silently offering to all
without taking.

I expected divine light
To provide it's own sustenance
Eternal brilliant font with
or end.

Yet even a lighthouse
needs loving tending
stoking of inner fires
to endure.


Struggling to find joy
Too long unattended
Duty and barter murdered
inner light.

Then out of the darkeness
I saw a light calling
End of my own descent into
the dark.


Strong loving light
filled my empty wells.
Unconditional love tended
MY heart.


He lovingly gave to me
No deserving limitations
no hidden future expectations
just love.


For another space of time
Even untended I can shine
A flicker in humanity's night
once more.

Infatuation's Questions

One of my favorite works of poetry are Pablo Neruda's Book Of Questions. They suit an innate quirkiness of my inner spirit and outlook. They share a similar sense of the absurd as my own and an imagery I would kill to be able to achieve as effortlessly. So I like a question format occasionally.

This of course is not the quirkiness of Pablo Nerudo..nor the rich spare imagery, but it does relate the questions that arise when infatuation creates an upheaval in our daily life patterns...outwardly uncomfortable..but is it? Or is it a gift of something so much better as our lives take on a never imagined new patterns and flavors of delight.

Infatuation's Questions


Did my life end
or begin again
with you?

Are you a distraction
or god's generous gift
of delight?

Are we wasting life
or finding life's purpose
at last?

will you love me
and I adore you
for life?


Will we end betrayed
or share our lives
in lust and laughter?

Distant Life

This poem will probably be reworked int he future..it needs a bit of aging and it's experience is one that hits me periodically. I think in this age where it is easy to slip into rhythms that lull us to waking sleep..especially if we have work that we chose for money over loving what we do that it is possibly a common phenomena.


Distant Life

I saw life happening
Outside my window
A man on the hill
Showing me the way
Reminding me
Of a long lost day
When I too ventured
Into the sun and living
Triggered a longing
To find a map back
To a Life truly lived.
Right before I turned
And went back inside
To my virtual existence.

Here And Now

I used to start my day intensely aware of a new day, new possibilities, happy to be alive. In recent years I used that time for duty. A time to connect to my concept of the Divine and exercises to contribute to the light of the world..generally and specifically. This morning I found a spontaneous return of being TRULY thankful for my life this day in a very personal here and now way.

Here And Now

I saw the sun rise
Over the hill
And realized
That
For the first time
In many
Years
I feel
Thankful to be alive
Thankful
To Greet
THIS day
Here and now
And
The catalyst
Is you

Surprise

There have been a few occasions in my life where people I have known for a long time suddenly spark new interest in another direction. I have never known whether it is due by major shifts in me or in them, but SOMETHING happens and the chemistry just changes seemingly in an instant.

It is not friendship growing into love (I have experienced that state also)- it is more like changing a channel on the radio and suddenly, surprisingly being in tune in a completely different way. So this offering is called Surprise.



Surprise



How did this happen?

We were

Just supposed to b e

Friends

You were

Safely archived

Given

A place of honor

In warm halls of appreciation

But

Far from

The place

You occupy today



What twist of time

Turned an

Unexpected corner?

Allowing

a back way in

Unknown

Through my defenses

Newly

Awakened hungers

Thought

To be

Long ago put to bed

When

Thinking of you.



Where is it going?

Do I

Even

Want to know?

Would

Life become any better

If I

Quantify and deny

Or is it

Better

To surrender

Flow

With this gift

Tasting

The flavors of

And

Playing in

The limitlessness

Of now.

Opportunity Knocking

New eras, new shifts. This month, I find myself in a new place where am thinking of jumping off into new directions again. Many old things are coming to an end this October and change is inevitable. The question is simply what direction to take -- backward/forward/sideways or looping all over the place. ;-) 

 I wonder if it is a good sign that am writing again or a bad sign that what ma writing is more prose/poetry than metered. At any rate, here is my first offering of this new time in my life.


Opportunity Knocking


Did you ever ask yourself…

What IF

There is a happily ever after

What IF

My dream fed desires

Could come true?

What IF

This miraculous opportunity coming to me

too good to be true
IS true?

What IF

God really did

Answer prayers…

Perfectly.