Thursday, March 22, 2012

Roses & Love

Does the gardener who so cherishes his roses,
Choke them beneath their blossoms
Yank them from their roots
To experience their fragrance,
To inhale & revel in their perfection & beauty?
Does he aggressively pull apart
The tight bud
To see deep inside,
Spy its nectar,
Steal its journey & life
To witness its essence?
No
He waits
He watches
He loves
He is patient & caring.
And when his roses do open
He sits among them in silence
What seems to be a dream
A reverie…
His heart opens to them
As they have for him
And he listens to their silent serenade
His body in bliss
His eyes wide open
His entire soul grateful
He rejoices & celebrates
For that which there are no words to describe;
And he loves
As he has never loved before
Infinitely, Deeply
With all of his might.
And late in the season
When the petals, like poetry spread across the grassy earth
In their transience,
Scatter and rhyme in pastel dignity,
He gathers some in his palm
Touches them
As though they were the hands of Angels.
He Smiles
With a quick child-likeness,
Purity Divine -
Tosses them from his praying palms
Showering himself in silken pink-red sun drops
Communing with God again
Feeling Heaven in his midst…
And proceeds to prune the thorny branches
With a delicate strength
Only the loving gardener can manage & comprehend.
I love you this way.
Do you love me this way?

Sunday, March 11, 2012

EMERGENCE

From Abandonment Issues to LIVING WITH SHEER ABANDON!

YOU LEFT ME
To DISCOVER MY WHOLE SELF
YOU LEFT ME
To REMEMBER WHO I AM
YOU LEFT ME
T0 MY OWN INNER POWER
YOU LEFT ME
To DWELL IN MY INNER KNOWING
YOU LEFT ME
ON MY KNEES
SEEKING GOD
BEGGING FOR MERCY
TO FIND THAT THE LOVE INSIDE
COULD NOT BE CONTAINED
NOR MY COURAGE STIFLED
OR MY SOUL-FIRE DISTINGUISHED
YOU OPEN ME UP
YOU INVITE ME TO MOVE BEYOND THE BROKENESS
TO EMERGE BEYOND THE CRACKS
CHASMS and DEEP WOUNDS
OF MY HUMANNESS
YOU MAKE ME WANT TO BREATHE
TO LIVE
TO LOVE
For all the love in me
CAN NOT BE CONTAINED INSIDE
BUT MUST EMERGE
PURE LIGHT
PURE LOVE
PURE STRENGTH
Loving you... Taught me everything I now know about God's love!!!
THANK YOU

Reverie of Her King

He told her that her skin was the color of caramel
The Kind he savored and cherished as a child
the Sweet treats given as rewards after Sunday Mass
He confessed that the sway of her hips held him captive
The song in his silence that he would forever seek.
He told her bedtime stories
no matter of the time
in between their inextinguishable
carnal-soul-ceremonies.
He sung to her in his native Latin tongue
His lips a feast for her insatiable hunger
She would have never known her goddess self
Had he not awakened her gypsy-siren-soul
He revealed her mysterious reflection
Moon Goddess
Sun King
Eclipse
He said she was his sacred altar
The place where he came
To worship God
To remember & forget.
He said she was his Queen
Whose radiant presence he would kneel before
And she, before him, indeed.
How they worshiped one another
In the garden of their love
They might have starved to death
Upon each other’s shore
An Island worlds away.
At times they forgot to breathe,
Were it not for the flood of air required
Between their eternal kisses.
Ceasing for a second
Gasping for breath
To sustain them for many more everlasting days and nights
That bled into each other in crimson soul-fire.
He called her, "Hechicera"
He swore she cast a spell on him
She swore he was her wizard
With magic in his hands.
They beheld only light
And cast it brilliantly upon each other
The blinding illumination of their passion
Flames that kept them alive
And endlessly ignited.
Their demons at first asleep
Lulled by the hypnotic rhythm of their bliss
Though as ecstasy sunk below their horizon
The demons broke free of love’s spell
Creeping into this Heavenly kingdom
Through hidden corridors from within
The endless battles began
Exhaustion was setting in
This Sweet Queen and her Sun King
Became weary and afraid
Separated in the shadows
Beyond each other’s gaze
They reached, and spun and flailed and sunk
It was the beginning of their dying days
This King, he fled
The Queen, she hid
The demons pursued her lord.
She dreams of him in silent retreat
She longs for him forever more.
Sometimes she emerges
from the deep
To pray in open spaces in the light
Where they worshiped and communed
where their very soul's took flight.
She can feel him there from far within
She knows he’s fighting their demons
Somewhere out there
She prays for his return
His absence, an immeasurable chasm
That seems to swallow and devour her faith
Though she knows their love spans life times
Each moment without him an eternity too long to wait.
As deep and vast as was his love
Is as abysmal as this time apart…
She surrenders and accepts
For what is....
She cannot seem to change
But wherever her King does wander
She blesses him -
She feels his rage
Her magic touches him in the ethers
And blesses him in his heart
One day they may reunite
For every end begets a brand new start.