look for me
not where I was
nor where I will be
but where I AM
look there
and you will always find me
truth seeds and poetry
reflections on the world
look for me
not where I was
nor where I will be
but where I AM
look there
and you will always find me
to love
is to hear the echo of lack in a being
and breathe into the empty space
with touch
with words
with gifts
with acts
with presence
sometimes that being is your long-time lover
sometimes a stranger, a friend, a flower, a dog
sometimes that being is you
and the devil was there, waiting on the shoulder…
please lock us down!, we cried as we saw him
hide us so death cannot find us!
sure, the devil replied with a grin
collecting our freedoms, collecting our future
you’ll give them back for sure, can you promise?
we signed without reading the fine print…
sometimes
we need to see our own reflection
in broken mirrors
to see who we really are
our mastery of love
is reflected less in what we give on a sunny day
but rather in what we are able to receive when it’s storming
days I cook with all I have
times I’m true to all there is
my supper
is taken
in solitude…
I spent an hour in the lap pool with no one else around. Too weak to swim laps I instead moved slowly with tai chi like strokes, feeling weightless water caressing my skin, hearing the billion different nuances of the sound of water, observing the optical illusions created by movement. Enjoying the metaphor – only in absolute stillness did the water reflect the world around me. The tropical lushness, the blue sky above. Even the slightest breath out would distort the picture of reality reflected on the surface. And I found a part of me that has expected to always be able to see the truth, and therefore has held its breath to not disturb the water.
we are
each of us
but a day
only. one. day.
we are children of a disconnected world
picking wings of butterflies
fascinated by their beauty
surprised when they die
but not guilt-ridden – they had it coming!
why else would they be pretty?
and after all, they landed in our hands…
we search for purpose – our song
but what if it’s not our purpose we need to find
but the pain inside that goes so deep
we cannot but sing as it kills us
THAT IS the human experience:
to take on ONE perspective, out of infinite possible ones, and make it subjectively Right
to create a personality around it
to embrace and protect it
to live it
knowing the perspective is not static
knowing it is only one of many
no place is lonelier
than amongst
yet invisible
more painful than pain
is the pain no one sees