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Lover’s Arms

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What is your lover’s kiss?
The meeting of two
A spot of tenderness
Somewhere to express…?

What is your soul mate’s shoulder?
Somewhere to rest
A strength to lean on
A place to let go…?

What are those loving arms ?
Steel bars for protection
Great cranes to carry your troubles
Comfort for you to lay in…?

But where is that one lover?
The one that stays when all others have come and gone
The one who loved you before you knew you where loved..

Close your eyes, go within
Feel the kiss of life as each breath comes
Lean on that shoulder as the outside dissipates
Know those carrying arms as weightless you become..

Your one true lover
Resides within and beside you

In your one true lover’s company
There are no woes

In your one true lover’s arms
You know you are home…..

 

CRAZY!!

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Crazy when it’s normal to avoid the eyes of someone passing by and to smile may even be considered as dangerous!

Crazy when we fear the two legged Homo sapiens yet cuddle up with the four legged wild mammals!

Crazy when a ding on the smart phone is more commonplace than a ring at the front door!

Crazy when, even with loved ones, a two dimensional smile is more frequently produced than a three dimensional
face-to-face smile!

Crazy that these changes are becoming the cultural norm where humans are becoming impersonal to each other!

Crazy that perhaps when we had less,
Less to acquire
Less to loose
Less to compare

We actually had more.
More physical contact
More personal connections
More inherent humanity!

Perhaps there’s no need to have less
To be able to give more
If the detachment from transient
And acknowledgement to real
Is truly our goal.

Simply Pure

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Pure and simple
Honest clarity
Fragrantly supreme

Elegant eloquence
Creative climax
Divine design

Picturesque perfection
Delving deep
Leading the lost

All beauty has a unique way of taking the beholder back to the source of where the perception is rooted… Within!

Peace Prosperity Dignity

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Peace…
An actual reality
That comes with acceptance
Of the magnificence and simplicity,
Of what ‘Is’
‘Oh what a feeling’, Just as in the song…

Prosperity….
A side effect of peace,
Where what is needed appears
And then flows with abundance
Enough to spare and share..

And then as if that is not plenty
Along comes Dignity…
A sheer strength
That fears nothing,
Holds no weapons
But fights all that dares
To shadow Prosperity and Peace…

So bask in all that ‘Is’
This great moment…
Welcome each person,
Each experience
And when the moment is empty of worldly noise
Accept that too
And yearn for the shrouded world within
And slowly and surely
It will also
Reveal its treasures to you…

Pot of Gold

pot of gold

In the most fragile of vessels
Made of the most prolific compounds
Constructed of ingenious design
Desired by its inhabitant until the day of demise…
Is Gold!

This vessel is your immediate location
Outer shell pierce-able by as little as a pin prick
Yet strong enough it withstands all the woes of its lifespan…

This vessel is your means of transportation
Yet no wheels, no wings
And without motion takes you around the globe and back in seconds…

So much is possible in this vessel
So much is attributed to this ‘pot’
Yet comes a time when it will not glow
It will not wonder
It will not move…

Why?
Because without the ‘Gold’
The pot is empty
The pot decays
The pot is dirt!

Amidst the work of the Gold
All attention is paid to the pot
The pot is acknowledged
The pot is revered
The Gold is unknown….
For many the search for Gold is the goal
The search is started, interrupted, elusive
Returning to praising and adoring the pot!!

Focused and steadfast
Still and present
Know your Gold!!
As so long as you have your ‘pot’
So too do you have your ‘Gold’.

Lighthouse…

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There is a house
There is a light
There is fog
There is a foghorn…

The house is of visible splendor
But with no light there is no home…

There are distractions from the light
Murky and misty, obscuring the way…

But wait..
There are alerts to warn of the dangers
And most of all, there is the Keeper.

The Keeper knows all the signs
The keeper knows just how to direct
The keeper knows just when he is needed..

So live soundly in your house
Make your house your home
Listen to the keeper and find your light
Light with fervor and fight
Break through all the dangers
Anchor secure and steady
Rest and relax in your home
And learn to become
The Keeper of your Light!!

Elusively Possible

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Flowering blossom
Atop a thistle leathered dermis
In the middle of the arid desert

Refreshing aqua drops
Form a puff of seemingly nothingness
Quenches the thirsty on solid ground…

Within the mortal shell of this being
Lays the priceless gem
Powering all for the unknowing mortal..

Yet still
We search endlessly
For all joys and pleasures externally.

So turn the eyes inwards
Muffle the ears from the outside noise
And find the infinite, waiting patiently
To be your one true friend…….

Innermost cry…

Man’s [and woman’s!] innermost cry has always been heard.
When he needed fire he was given flint,
When he needed water he found the river,
When he needed to know himself he was shown how to turn within.

Man has always become more with each evolution.
When he needed to build his strength
He had to climb and forage,
When he needed to exercise his intellect
He invented
When he needed to love
He found his soul..

Never has man not been given the tools to his true calling,
Yet it has always been left to him to acknowledge his need, his thirst…
Will he see, not with eyes, but with passion what his mission really is?
Will he dare to step outside the ring and lead his own journey?

He who does, will soon know the hardest is but the simplest,
The most out of reach is the closest
The most priceless is the most abundant..
Oh what dance we dance!

Such is our time that we get to yearn and satisfy,
Listen and sing,
Give yet take of the endless stream of music…
The rhythm of life…

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Cold, tepid or blazing hot!!

A pot of boiling water..
How does it boil?
Energy applied increases its molecular activity
Movement occurs
Eventually the water evaporates
Some say it disappears
But no it has just changed
As it reappears as steam and condensation…

We have our own ‘pot’
Our pot is the Heart.
It’s contents?
Love, Joy, and Kindness!

A rumbling starts
The beginnings of a thirst
A wish to feel the contents of the heart.
We know there’s something there
Perhaps solid
Perhaps buried..

As the thirst forms and strengthens
There is a quiver, a beat, and then a rhythm
Finally a flow, up and over the rim
You think your pot will run dry
But it does not.
Your think you will lose your love and joy
But you don’t.
The heart is bottomless
And your thirst is endless!!

Whatever it touches or sprays
May feel a glow and kindness,
It may even trigger another’s thirst.

This power is incalculable,
Awakened it sustains the living
With fervor and zest,
Dormant it silently patiently awaits
With no agenda of its own.

Your temperature setting
Is a choice of your own..
How is your ‘pot’?
Cold, tepid or blazing hot!!

What Difference ?!

    

Old soul
New soul,
Soulful
Soulless.

What difference?

After all
We are,
All
Here!!!

Blessed
Breathing
Brotherhood
Sisterhood.

What difference?

After all
We are,
All
Here!!!

Masterful
Master less
Teachable
Teacher less.

What difference?

Big difference!

Knowledge
Purpose
Appreciation
Gratification.

The dark night now also has the light of day
The endless road has direction
Meaningless turmoil gives way to ease in ones own skin..

Perhaps this is all it is,
The finding of how to be from no one to some one
From going nowhere to being somewhere
And realizing you are your One.
And your journey and destination
Is
You!