My Poems
Poems speak so deeply to our soul. On this page you will find some of mine-from my heart to yours.
From my heart to yours
A Chinese New Year transition poem
This past year of the snake has carved fractures - chasms into my heart allowing a painful clear light to shine through
Fallen idols
fallen heroes
Loss
I know truth more clearly now
More totally now
Know myself more clearly and totally now
Embracing the new moon
The new year
My new self
Shedding of selves
Like a beautiful snake ages we too shed our skins. As the ancient gods and goddess come back to shift humanity- in new guises visnu becoming krisna....laksmi coming to us again as Radha....we too shed our selves. Shed who we thought we were. Let go of beliefs....truths that we once held dear...believed...shaped our lives by....to open to new possibilities....this change comes hard for some...becomes a struggle to cling to the old worn-out self. The person and image we no longer need. But if we step outside. Allow the process, like the snake, we find a new - even more beautiful self. A new smoother graceful presence in the world
Flow
The leaves sway
The branches move With the wind
With the change...Flexible Loose Non static... We struggle... We so often stiffen/Fight the flow/Fight the rhythms of life and change
Nature shows us change is all that is constant...rhythm...change...seasonal.... We must learn to be open to this Bending like the leaves and branches of the oak in my yard Grounded/strong/ Flexible reaching for heaven and the light and rooted to the earth
withdrawl
I feel the need for things in life
My man's love and arms
My friends' and children's laughter and conversations
My practice
Is this all devotion?
Bahkti love?
We are guided by our heads so often
The busyness of life...the business of things
The day to day
Perhaps it is in our times of devotion to love that we find our true meanings?
Our true selves?
The connection to the heart?
Or perhaps we are all addicts?
Ever searching for that connection we felt when in heaven?
When in our mother's wombs?
In our mother's arms?
sheople
you know them
they are unquestioning
unexamining
unthinking
you know them
they follow the herd
the shepherd
the trends
not their heart
their gut
their inner guidance
sheople
it is a created word from my teenage son
a word that is so fitting, so amusing
a word that describes people who are clouded as the taoists say
a word that is judgmental at its core, but oh so descriptive
Fear
Of being unloved
Of not being kind and loving enough
Of being left out and missing the fun
Of unconditional love not existing
How do friends just fade away? Men...
Of being taken advantage of
But yet...
I enjoy my alone time
My life...without these people?
Without you...
Changes have come
Self love, I would like me
Letting go
I have grown past bonding over our pain
I want to bond over happy
Over love
Over growth
I have to let you go
Cannot take your pain in
Cannot be made to feel sad/guilty/unaccepted for my happiness
It makes me doubt my happiness
Makes me doubt my gut
I want to fall into the safety, the good ness, the love
I choose happiness, love, light
I send you with compassion that I will always have for you
Happy Birthday
Today is the anniversary of you entering this physical realm
47 years ago, your sweet soul came to play, to experience, to love and be loved
Your mama must have smiled so bright to see your deep warm eyes, feel the warmth
and love in your heart
You are a kind gentle soul, you exude a peace, a grounding, a warmth
You have raised and loved your children, lived a full life, loved, learned,
stood by people in hard times
You have welcomed the beauty of nature and song
You have brought happiness and love and a gentleness to those you meet
You have assured great customer service to the people of freehold
Cheers to you my capricorn lover
I raise a glass of chilled vodka to your life, your presence
You, and your contribution to the light and happiness of the world
My two friends
you are so much alike
i realize i love you cause you are so familiar
two peas in a pod as it were
two grapes on a vine
I can express my shadow self with you both
the Self that was there before and through this life
sure we have a soul contract....
similar lessons from both
similar feelings for both
similar withdrawal from both
similar joy and sadness with both
love both my girls
for all eternity
lifetimes to come
but maybe we should lay off the wine?
the back jacket of a book on love...doodles of thoughts
I want to fall....fall...fall...freely into love
fear blocks my heart, my path
my heart (or maybe it's my mind?) puts up wall, whispers warnings, suspicions i should have-falsities, untruths
the object is to protect this vulnerable part of me
my heart, his heart too
but my heart is wiser than my mind, it sees through this to the other side of the fire
knows truly that there is depth, safety, warmth there
that this fire of love, and passion is not danger, but transmutes
like gold ore into precious metal, sand into glass
this fire will warm us, keep us safe from the demons, the wolves, the hate and coldness of the world and wilderness
this love is the truth, the mind will learn to accept as the heart grows
The clock on the ceiling
Taunts me
Every hour as I roll over to look
Reminding me of the sand man's abandonment tonight
My beautiful man lays next to me
Eyes peacefully closed. Watching as a landscape of dreams dance in his head
A low rhythmic snore
Reminding me of my lost ticket to the land of nod
Perhaps winkin and blinkin in their wooden shoe are concerned about my late
arrival?
The rain outside is so peaceful, so comforting, keeping me company while the
clock on the ceiling and I have this game of love and hate
My lover occasionally reaches for me, a loving gesture, warm and comforting.
A further invitation to join him in his rest, his dreams, this magical place of
our creation that I once again cannot reach
Perhaps tomorrow I will only see the flowing blue lights of the clock in the
ceiling at 630am
The two below were for my grandma
Baba
U were like durga
The great mother
Misunderstood like kali
Loving like saraswati
Your poems silly, but poems still
You broke ground
You cared for your kids
Your final pen stroke?
Sparse, and finally allowing all to work it out their own way
All of us lost without you
Even if they don't know it
Dry sack
On the rocks in the summer
Up when its cold
How my heart feels now with out you
A Mirror reflects back to me what I see of me
Asking me to dig deeper. To know myself more
Another day comes, another experience that turns into mystery
Or an old story that is ready to be forgotten that’s ready to leave
The pages of my book contain the stories I want to remember. Want others to remember and know
A feather on my desk reminds me to dream. To create the stories that are memorable that go in that book
Secrets, which go in the hidden book, secreted under by mattress, this is the book the best friend is instructed to burn upon my death. Only she can know me that deeply. she is A twin soul in this life. My heart in another body
Darkness
Darkness, settles as night falls on my heart
A cycle of sadness has come,
Old stories remembered of
My wild heart being caged return-feelings of being unmoored, misunderstood
But then I remember the many Reclamations of myself, turning this around to find my wild soul
Reclaiming the Name I hold secret in my heart
And as morning returns I remember and celebrate this side of myself,
Where I know my value and direction
fear and anger
These brothers, they coexist in a dark corner of the mind
A corner of protection of self
I have noticed brother fear is usually the first to appear, then their cousin sadness, and then the protector anger
Anger does what fear and sadness cannot.
He externalizes, turns the fear and sadness to the outside and often gets us into trouble
Aging
So often resisted
But must be embraced, cannot be quelled
Much like labor
An inevitable process
We have to experience the whole thing
The whole human process
we must, though, pamper our bodies thanking them for their life time of work,
accepting their changes and working from that place
Menopausal meandering a of the mind
Hot flashes
Power surges?
The heat washing/burning away guilt and shame.
Ushering in forgiveness for wrongs I feel were committed against me
These wrongs often thoughtlessness by others
The goddess and her warming energy ushering in understanding, peace freedom of spirit and love.
Summer's Fire _2020
From the water of the sea the
tides and waves teach me about the rhythms of the breath.
Sometimes I forget and come back….to connect
I meet myself, again and again each time I come to the shore
And so I bring my loved ones & share this beauty, magic & connection
This is the home I search for and can find throughout the world
the sea, like the breath is constant, beautiful and always there
& I can remember this Within my own body
Dark Nights of the year and the soul can go hand in hand
Here is the truth about my now
Cold heart
I am grateful for the
Earth that can hold me up in these times. That holds space for all of us and nourishes us deeply
Light A candle, find some space, some light to lift your heart and remind you of life’s spirals
When we Wait in the light the darkness fades. The sun returns, our heart opens again.
Nothing is forever
Maybe
Maybe sometimes there is no solution, no answer, no working it out
Maybe sometimes there is just the lesson and walking gracefully away
Maybe that really is what it's all about? Letting go of right and sometimes letting go of people and the resolution of the relationship
The sound of my heart
If you were to press your ear to my heart you would hear a cacophony of echoes of experiences. A discordant rythm of time, space, rhyme, and experience. The hard lessons, the well worn experience of repeated mistakes and heartaches chiming against the beauty of the love, the overwhelming joys, the moments of tears, both shed in joy and sorrow tinkling throughout in bursts of sharp sweet piano notes, with a bass line of gratitude for all of these sounds, all of these times, and of these experiences, adventures, and hardships....this symphony would leave you with an ache for more.. like a newly quit smoker, who just aches for that one more drag.
Love
любовь
Love in cyrilliac, on my ankle
Why?
Love in any language is beautiful
Amore...hatar...carino....liefde...αγαπώ
But cyrilliac reminds me of a love from a man that was
Pure and honest
Commited and fun
Adventurous and safe
