fresh juice swallowed
like a shot of heroine
rain in the desert
eyes close
rush of nourishment
blissful
the fast is broken.
fresh juice swallowed
like a shot of heroine
rain in the desert
eyes close
rush of nourishment
blissful
the fast is broken.
In the past few months I have been reading a passage from Tao te Ching every night. I have read them all and now randomly flip to a page. This one came last night and I thought it was fitting. Although I am trying to refrain from certain input that comes from technology during my fast, but I thought I would share this as an output…
Tao 22
If you want to become whole,
let yourself be partial.
If you want to become straight,
let yourself be crooked.
If you want to become full,
let yourself be empty.
If you want to be reborn,
let yourself die.
If you want to be given everything,
give everything up.
The Master, by residing in the Tao,
sets an example for all beings.
Because he doesn’t display himself,
people can see his light.
Because he has nothing to prove,
people can trust his words.
Because he doesn’t know who he is,
people recognize themselves in him.
Because he hsa no goal in mind,
everything he does succeeds.
When the ancient Masters said,
“If you want to be given everything,
give everything up,”
they weren’t using empty phrases.
Only in being lived by the Tao
can you be truly yourself.
I am starting a fast come tomorrow
being selective about technology – emptying my cargo
opening the flood gates of my mind
it definitely time to realign
my mind, body and spirit
turning inside out all of my pockets
getting ready for my silent meditation
in hopes of finding my own Eden.
Am I sharing too much of me?
Is that even a possibility?
I just want to be free
when life is filled with such uncertainty
I say it as I feel it
I’m always connected but I just never fit
I know I’m not the only one not engendered from a kit
like one of Nana’s uneven perfect stitches
that all come together with that common thread
turning patches into one big bedspread…
I put it out there
no other release can compare
I’m not always fair
but I always care.
Don’t bare too much soul
a kind of messenger said to me in a dream
you can’t take it back its not what it seems
then all of the sudden a night sky
turns into a ceiling full of beams.
but it is just me – I must remind –
the same yet different girl still confused by time
who enjoys writing thoughts in a rhyme
which makes her happy and feel quite fine…
rising sun
winter day
powdered sugar granite
frozen puddles
brisk wind
visible breath
cold water falling
heart pounding
eyes close
naturally perfect
What else can you take from me?
I have nothing more to give
I only have my self
and I cannot always be held captive.
I want to believe in romantic love
while laying in the meadow watching the stars above
sharing a blanket thats big enough for two
like a magic carpet it will me out of the blue.
I know my second winter is more than enough
I’m ready for a warm breeze and to stand tall on the bluff
where I can see the trees and flowers come to bloom
and I can break free from this small enclosed room.
I know it will pass as it always does
and soon my cheeks will feel springs kisses
the sky will open up and the sun will shine bright
and I’ll forget about these cold hard days of twilight.
I want to kill that mosquito
the one that keeps biting me
and draining my chi
it comes to me in the night
when I have given up the fight
it takes up my energy and doesn’t allow me to write
Please find another body to bother
I want to gain my own closure
but its hard when it is also a haggler
in my mind… possibly so
and even though I’ve left I haven’t fully let go
so it flies around me when my head hits the pillow
I am now a hemisphere away
but it finds me anyway…
I guess I must really be drenched by the rain
for it to leave me and cause me no more pain.
So Let the Rain Fall!
Leave Me Be Mosquito!
when we open up and share
when we open up and care
when we start the affair
when we’re naked and bare
in the lovely night’s air
when we decide we are a pair
we’ll embrace and hug like a bear
we’ll be so aware
of each other and our welfare
until one day the dream turns into a nightmare
out of nowhere
and you declare its all in the name of warfare
as you step on my toe and pull my arm hair
as I try to sleep in my comfy nightwear
you exchange a glower for a loving stare
I know it is you speaking from dispair
but I have to leave before before it gets there
you know where I mean and I must prepare
so I run as fast as I can up the stairs
I get on my knees and I say a little prayer
and soon it is over and you say its unfair
that I can just walk away in my old footwear
letting down my bunned long blond hair
trying my best to let go and repair
my dearest true soul and take it elsewhere
beyond where it has been, creating a new lair
where I can be whole again, starting in a new square
eventually I will love again and forget the dispair
I’ll sit in another single armchair
until it is time to share another set of cookware
when others look and say what a great couple they’re
and it all starts again when I am brave and take up the dare
I’ve learned my best not to compare
so I’ll let it be love, precious and rare.
Way back in the day, back seven or so years now… a lover told me… “I love you, man…” I broke his heart, I didn’t mean to, it was never my intention. He loved me but I wasn’t there. It scared me away needless to say and since he said it in a scene where others were at the time… they then started to tease me about it. Then it just became the saying… “I love you, man…” that we would use endearingly and frequently I might add…
So now I find myself back in Yosemite where it all began. I opened up a webpage to listen to some music and there I see an ad. The ad is for a movie entitled none-other-than… “I LOVE YOU, MAN” and to top it off… it comes out on my birthday March 20th…
A funny coincidence? Maybe… It certainly did make me smile… love… what a funny thing… it is amazing how it all comes back around… in some fashion in some way in a time when we are least expecting it… I am going to take this as a friendly reminder of a moment a while back…
I don’t want to be a heart breaker
I want to find balance between giver and taker
I want to fly high, I want to fill your cup
I want to love you dearly
But surely I know I will want to break up
I don’t want to break your heart in the process
Don’t take it personally, it just me… I still want to progress
I’ll experience what you have to offer
I’ll see how I am affected by it
And as easily as I’ll fall in love
I’ll fall right back out…
Don’t take it personally that I chose a different route
I wish I knew how to be another way
And still be happy and joyful every day
This is why I need time to be alone
Spending days all on my own
Falling in love with myself and who I am
Learning about me and learning how to stand
I will reach down low and stretch way high
I’ll try to keep my feet on the floor
While I let my mind and soul fly
It has to start with me first
I will try to break my heartbreak curse
As one love once said as he sat still
“If you let me love you, I will”
Now its time for me to instill
This thought of love and acceptance
Of hope and repentance
For me first and then for you
Then in my life I can be one of two
I owe it to myself to do this now
I’ve not done it before, I’m not really sure how
So, I will do what I think is best
Cutting myself off from the rest
Until I figure out a bit more
Until I reach to the depths of my core
Where I find my own true love for my soul
Then I’ll come back out to play
With a refreshed outlook on the day
Where I can confidently believe and say
“I love my self whole-heartedly for who I am”
until this happens I will not accept another person’s heart in my hand,
first I must know about myself in order to know love and understand.