Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Indian Summer Heat...
Lying here
In this Indian Summer heat
The softness of this bed
And the distant hum of the world
Just beyond my open window
Reminds me of times not too long ago
Where all there was
Was you and me
And our flesh
And our souls
And something greater than we ever could have imagined
Contained within these four white walls.
The poems
The notes
The songs
And the pictures of the way things once were
Are now tucked away
In my dusty memory box of surreality
Only to be revisited
When I no longer carry this heavy heart.
It all seems like such a
Far a way dream now
A dream in which I wake up
Painfully longing
For all that was created
In my imagination the night before.
But now
Lying here
Body heavy with sleep
I’ll roll over to the side of the bed
In which you slept
Close my eyes
Take a deep breath
And try to mend this broken heart
So that one day
I will be able to revisit
Those perfect memories
And greet them
Not with remorse
But with a smile…
In this Indian Summer heat
The softness of this bed
And the distant hum of the world
Just beyond my open window
Reminds me of times not too long ago
Where all there was
Was you and me
And our flesh
And our souls
And something greater than we ever could have imagined
Contained within these four white walls.
The poems
The notes
The songs
And the pictures of the way things once were
Are now tucked away
In my dusty memory box of surreality
Only to be revisited
When I no longer carry this heavy heart.
It all seems like such a
Far a way dream now
A dream in which I wake up
Painfully longing
For all that was created
In my imagination the night before.
But now
Lying here
Body heavy with sleep
I’ll roll over to the side of the bed
In which you slept
Close my eyes
Take a deep breath
And try to mend this broken heart
So that one day
I will be able to revisit
Those perfect memories
And greet them
Not with remorse
But with a smile…
Thursday, November 02, 2006
The West...
Take away mirrors-
To see my true reflection-
My Self, in your tides.
To see my true reflection-
My Self, in your tides.
Love Poems To The Sea....
O great sea! Great waves!
Submerge me, cleanse me, calm me-
Help me find myself...
O great sea! O waves!
I am but a grain of sand-
When I am in your midst...
O great sea! O waves!
I'm never more full, more whole-
Than when I'm with you...
O great sea! O waves!
O tides of introspection-
Help me find my path...
The Sandbar...
This is all I have ever dreamed of...
A porch and a comfortable chair with a book and cup of tea in hand and the ocean not too far away in the distance.
Blue waters and blue skies with cotton ball clouds and the sun rising from the East and a gentle breeze tickling my barely exposed back as I face West.
A picturesque view infront of me with a pristine color palette that is only found in brochures or imaginations and tall grass and an infinite skyline where the sea merges with the sky.
Bare feet and sleepy eyes and the roaring waves of the sea and the melodious music of times long ago that soothe my spirit and make my feet dance in the air.
A calm mind and a joyous spirit and an outstretched body and a rush of contentment that consumes every ounce of my being as I welcome the new day.
Ah, this is life.
A porch and a comfortable chair with a book and cup of tea in hand and the ocean not too far away in the distance.
Blue waters and blue skies with cotton ball clouds and the sun rising from the East and a gentle breeze tickling my barely exposed back as I face West.
A picturesque view infront of me with a pristine color palette that is only found in brochures or imaginations and tall grass and an infinite skyline where the sea merges with the sky.
Bare feet and sleepy eyes and the roaring waves of the sea and the melodious music of times long ago that soothe my spirit and make my feet dance in the air.
A calm mind and a joyous spirit and an outstretched body and a rush of contentment that consumes every ounce of my being as I welcome the new day.
Ah, this is life.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Observation...
"If you can observe who you are and move with it, you will find it is possible to go infinitely far..."
~J. Krishnamurti
~J. Krishnamurti
Stillness of Myself...
Sitting in the stillness of myself-
Pores radiating with honesty
Hands clean of all guilt.
Forgiveness radiates
Throughout every cell
Of my physical form
And every ounce
Of my weightless soul.
I transcend pestilential perception
And, for a time
I am cured of the cancer that
Corrupts my true Self.
I am set free of the shame
That has kept me in
Shackles for so long.
Released from the hatred
That harms my Heart.
I have nothing to hide.
Nothing to hurt.
I am nothing yet
Everything at once-
I have come clean.
04/2006
Pores radiating with honesty
Hands clean of all guilt.
Forgiveness radiates
Throughout every cell
Of my physical form
And every ounce
Of my weightless soul.
I transcend pestilential perception
And, for a time
I am cured of the cancer that
Corrupts my true Self.
I am set free of the shame
That has kept me in
Shackles for so long.
Released from the hatred
That harms my Heart.
I have nothing to hide.
Nothing to hurt.
I am nothing yet
Everything at once-
I have come clean.
04/2006
Train Track Turbulance...
This apple's never tasted so sweet
As I'm welcomed back
To the simplistic childhood thoughts
By the familiar shores
And the post winter blades of grass.
The warm afternoon sun,
For a moment,
Comforts my usually blue-grey sea of a mind.
I'm tired of being swept off to sea
By the white caps of confusion.
Tired of being thrown around
By the train track turbulance.
I'm tired of being in love with
The dreams and words
Which are boiling beneath the surface
But will never break through.
Take me out of this train,
This mind
Where the landmarks are decieving
And the atmosphere dissorienting.
Take me back into the time
Where the sun always shined
And the apples always tasted sweet.
Back when I knew how to survive...
03/2005
As I'm welcomed back
To the simplistic childhood thoughts
By the familiar shores
And the post winter blades of grass.
The warm afternoon sun,
For a moment,
Comforts my usually blue-grey sea of a mind.
I'm tired of being swept off to sea
By the white caps of confusion.
Tired of being thrown around
By the train track turbulance.
I'm tired of being in love with
The dreams and words
Which are boiling beneath the surface
But will never break through.
Take me out of this train,
This mind
Where the landmarks are decieving
And the atmosphere dissorienting.
Take me back into the time
Where the sun always shined
And the apples always tasted sweet.
Back when I knew how to survive...
03/2005
