Journey to Your Deepest Self

Spaces

I feel so deliciously Curious… About The space between Our mouths Before we kiss and After we part. Parting. Our shoulders Our shouts. The electric space between Lips and ear-the whisper. In the closet, The space between his and hers, The space between leaves on the tree, Between tree and sky What happens in these spaces? These spaces we made To learn… what? To heal… what? To evolve… what? What of the spaces within myself? Between feelings and beliefs. Between feminine and masculine. Dark chasms, maybe, Between Will and Spirit? These are untraveled paths Paths of mystery and suffering. But what delineates the paths Between the wood and the ocean? How do we “know” They are separate? We have stopped at the edge of comfort Stayed there contemplating A way out. We’ve thought, Maybe aliens will come and finally take me home. Or I’m waiting for the Final Battle when God will bring me to his home. What if this is our home. This uncomfortable, squirmy, asking place. In stopping we have become the markers of the gap. What if we cross over? What if we begin to fall And continue to fall What if this is the way The only way To...

Response to Minty

She made a sound. A sound was made Just there. And again! And the sounds came fast and slow- Slow sounds rippling over space And meeting with…? Aaah..aaah… She never knew, the sounder, Until a sound returned and for the first time She wondered Am I not alone? Not alone in space Not alone at all? There was another Making sounds in space, Reaching out to learn What will happen? Ooo! But what will happen? Will happens! Yes here. In this space, A meeting of sounders, Reaching from love to love and Through Innocent curiosity Connection. Thank...

Memory of a Kiss

In the murky bedroom Of her mother’s house Shadows, decayed, Fill in the gloom. Curtains drawn tight Never reveal Sunlight or storms. Day or night. Keep it all out. Keep out the breath. Keep out the vision. The room so bad It must be hidden. Lest light come in Ever unbidden. Tacky floor Sticky walls- If Light saw this He’d be appalled. The filth of neglect- Of habitual hatred. The rooms repel. Denial is naked. Marriage gone-off Long ago. Never even a shop keep To take it from the shelf. Lovers attacked and eaten By the deep living Long-toothed eel. Bones sunk to the bottom Forgotten . Forgotten. Beyond recognition, Cavities a slither With parasites- This is life. This is life? She believed in her condition, Which taught the glamour Of self-destruction. Smoking and drinking, Cutting yourself off, You say yes to the devil. Cut it off. Take suffering away- To fit in. But what gets cut That’s up to him. It might be the pain In your feet or head. It could just as well be Your joy or your bliss, The memory of a...

A Darkness I Am With Today

They are glad, now, to have you to come to. You are not whole to them. You are arms that hug. A voice answering and asking. You are eyes seeking God in everything. They are glad to know you are there. And when they have gone, They will look back and say, She never worked a day in her life. She never had to make money. But they didn’t know you before. Didn’t know you when You preferred to sleep in your car Rather than get a job. A job. A job was death. A job was a blunt instrument At the back of the head. A job. But for now, They are glad you’re here making their home, making beds Making dinner, Recording the stories And the story beneath all the others. The record of what is happening that leads To what they will say happened. And this is what you want to do. Payment is invisible or barely visible. Who cares what currency they value? What do you value? I value what I have found here In the rubble of family life. There is so much here to build with! Beautiful mosaics from broken colors Reflecting the faces of those Previously hidden family members. My path is made for...

When I Have Given Up

When I have given up The tears have come. Welcome! When I have given up, The breath has fled her cage. Live! When I have given up, The shadow has been brought into light. Hello! When I have given up, The silent, still trembling has finally begun to stretch her legs. Aaah! When I have given up, The rage has settled into grief and I have grown softer. Mmm. When I have given up The space we create has taken a breath of relief. Breathe! When I have given up, I have discovered I am...
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