Flowing freely Smashing Crashing Over the precipice With a roar Bubbling Gurgling With heart stopping drops Excitement And beauty And raging power When confined by the dam of hate Love can sour And stagnate So I let it flow freely Smashing Crashing Over the precipice With a roar For me I can hate no more
Selina could feel the throb of the Ocean pulsing through her long before she could actually make out the roar of the waves. The beat of the earth’s salty heart made a rhythm with her own, a dance she alone shared with the mighty Sea.
But as she followed her thin shadow across the silvery landscape she realized that another heard his call. For climbing up behind her, as she neared the westward ledge over the water, was her soul-sister, Moon. She had a special relationship with Moon. Sometimes, when no one was watching, Selina danced a slow, sinewy dance with sister Moon. It was an old dance, a dance that came from her soul, a restless dance of subtle movements far removed from that earthy dance of the pulsating beat of Ocean. For the flow and ebb of sister moon took weeks to complete, from absence to full and back to nothing again, always changing, always restless but always there. The music of the Ocean, also restless, pulsed seconds between waves, hours between tides, creating a much quicker, Earthier, lewder dance. Continue reading →
When I think of you The great balloon of you Fills up Pushing all else aside Stretching Shoving Inner pressure Too much Almost to the breaking point A chain reaction held in check And it’s all you Just you Only you Tingling all of my senses On the verge of a cosmic burst I feel when it does burst It will be a multicolour supernova Heat and passion released The world filled with visions of you The universe filled with the heat of the idea of you But it stays in The universe pre-Big Bang Everything in the small space of my brain Under pressure When I think of you All else is gone When I think of you Just you You When I think of you
He remembered every word she had said as if it were yesterday. He remembered her young, perfect skin, soft under his gentle caresses, and he remembered the well earned lines on her old face. He felt her, saw her, heard her and smelt her. His senses were filled with her presence.
The day he first met her he had found boldness in her eye and introduced himself. The last day he had found courage in her smile as she had talked to him, comforted him. He knew their separation wasn’t going to be long, he just had a few last odds and ends to take care of, a few lose strings to tie before he could join her.
“When you cross the river there will be a path up the hill. At the top, an old fence in an old field. I’ll be there, at the gate, waiting,” she had said,giving his hand one last squeeze before they parted. Continue reading →
While I was working this morning a song came on my IPod, Do You Love Me? from Fiddler on the Roof. I’m going to admit something – I can’t hear any music from Fiddler on the Roof without a tear in my eye. It’s impossible. This song touches me more than most. Since it is almost Valentine’s Day, I’ll share this with you. Oh, the version on my IPod is the original Broadway cast. I like it better than the movie version, but this is still good:
They enter our lives like a star They illuminate our souls But when they’re gone like those stars They become black holes Less than void But so much more An infinitely heavy nothing Sucking the light from our core But look away from the event horizon Look at those out there There are people still alive People who still do care Look around for those who love you Look both near and far For they can bring the light To your broken heart Every one a star
I stare longingly Into your soft brown eyes While you… Wait They are brown Aren’t they? Your eyes, I mean I mean Most pictures I see Of people on your side Of the world Uhm They have Brown eyes So Is that stereotyping you? Am I making assumptions That should not Be made? So, yes, I stare lovingly into Your soft eyes While you… Soft Is that right? I’ve been trapped By eyes not soft Are yours? Maybe your pretty eyes? No, that sounds off OK Let’s try I fall freely Into the deep wells Of your eyes Your silken black hair Oh, sorry. Black Right? Your hair Black? Brown? Hmmm Let’s see. How about I become ensnared In your beautiful words Flowing across The soft glow Of my screen They take form In my mind And fill my imagination With pictures of thought And emotion Better?
It’s been a while since I’ve written an “Online love” poem. This just came to mind. I hope you enjoy!
I have written and deleted five posts for this month’s 1000 Voices Speak for Compassion. Why? This month’s topic is very simple, love. Love, in many ways is the root of compassion. Without love, people would only help others for selfish reasons. For a person to have real compassion they need to feel for the others, that is they need empathy. But more than that, they need to love the other person. We recognize the shared bond, we understand that we are all brothers and sisters and that our wellbeing depends on the welfare of others. Through this love we can then hold our hand out in compassion. That is how love fits in the equation.
Simple, right? But is it?
We have used the word “love” in so many ways. Some use it to gain power over others or gain a type of “religious street creds”. Other people, with black and white thinking, use it to actually show what they hate. To some it has little meaning beyond “sex”. All of us use it very casually. “I love chocolate/pizza/that song/how you did your hair/snow/summer/autumn leaves/etc.” Continue reading →
“Love is looking Beyond the imperfections” But that’s not right Now is it? For with a person There can be no perfection Or imperfection There just “is” A human’s smile Is their smile Their body Just “is” “Perfection” Has no meaning A combination Of genes Life experience Choices Not perfect Not imperfect Just As you are -You- And that Is what I love!Continue reading →