To Listen, Ask, Breathe, To Love

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

Mastery Of Love

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

Miracle

‘what do you need?’, I ask
‘a miracle’, you answer

your eyes drop
you look away
ashamed of feeling powerless

and so you never notice the sparkles and glow in the air around me
as you utter
the word
miracle

Love

was it you hiding
or me not looking?

it’s quite a detail to miss, you heading another way
not loving enough to curiously see me

was it me hiding
or you not looking?

On Love and Fear

I ask of you to stay with me
the night is dark and eerie
the wind is whispering memories
that stir up dusty fear

but halfway through you’re out of sight
you’re out of touch
I’m freaking out!
afraid your heart’s run off
it too afraid
and left me here…

As I Let Go

I thought my heart would break…

my heart didn’t break
it healed
as I surrendered fully to loosing you
as I accepted my heart wasn’t choosing you
if it meant giving up on our dreams
and that’s what you asked, so it seems

Have We Ever Really Loved

have we ever really lived
until we’ve loved us through a naked goodbye
seeing only beauty through the tears

have we ever really loved
until we’ve lived the moment of complete surrender to impermanence
loved – not because of a dream nor a history, but the everlasting now
loved – bravely, with death sitting beside us

Dear Lover

dear lover,

move me with your clear direction, hold me in my passion
touch me with each breath you’re taking, melt away my walls
expose what is beneath it all
a glowing force
a dancing flame
a naked woman with no name
dear lover, with your solid presence warm my thin bare shoulders

Christmas Came Early

Christmas came early – I wasn’t ready!
My fridge was all empty, my house was not cleaned
Nothing was wrapped with beautiful ribbons
Nothing prepared to be opened and seen

Star Drops

star drops in your naked air
bare feet running catching day dreams
love dust in your wild blond hair
playing cheeky with the sunbeams

small hands smeared with jam of life
eyes filled with desire
golden laughter melting strife

it’s you that I admire

Mothers and Daughters

Mothers and Daughters
an intricate union
the closest to one, still divided

torn into two
at the moment of birth
when the scars to be healed are decided

Love That Does Not Leave

how many times can I release the same man?

how many times can I let him go
only to find him there, again
hours or days or months later
sitting in my library peacefully reading my books
as if it’s the most natural thing in the world
as if he lives there
as if he never left