You, My Love

You, my love, cannot stay in my arms forever.

                                                Life beckons us different ways,

But when the wheel of the Universe turns on its axis

And we find ourselves face to face, hand in hand,

These are the things i hope for us:

That the grace of God will cover us like the stars blanket the sky,

And we will find freedom in each other.

Our pasts will fall away until they're just pretty lights in the distance

And we're both exactly what we knew we'd be, what we always wanted to be:

Pure and light and happy, every word that passes between us a simple token of appreciation,

Every kiss a gift we know we deserve.

We'll be so full of self love and self respect

Anyone that sees us or talks to us will glow inside,

Full of joy at our obvious total enjoyment of each other. 

I’ve so many things i want to tell you, stories to share and songs to play,

Movies to see and stars to watch, questions to ask and places to go.

The days will stretch long and the nights will never end,

We'll be lovers and best friends, close like two shirts hanging in a closet,

And apart like two trees in the same forest,

Like two stars in the same constellation,

In total awe of each other's beauty but notbecoming each other. 

These are the things i hope for us, 

Even though you, my love, cannot stay in my arms forever. 

With Gods And Angels

Dark dancers crawl out of my depths,

Swinging their arms behind my eyes and flicking their heelsIn tight pirouettes around my heart.

As I breathe in, their dance turns into a heated frenzy.

As I breathe out, they fade into smoky shadow.

They leave only the faintest trace of their tumultuous existence inside me:

A deep nod of my head, a graceful sweeping of my foot,

A trickling laugh that leaps from my lips...

A deed of kindness that turns my steady heartbeat

Into a hollow gourd drum beating out a wild rhythm

That sends me romping playfully through my days and nights.

The dark dancers always come, with sharp beautiful faces

And crowns of thorns nestled into their thick hair.

I release the leaping, weeping, keening dancers

Even as they call for me to fall into their bony, familiar arms.

I do not wish to hear the tapping of their feet for more than the blink of my eyes,

Because pain is sweet only in the first moments

Like the deep red of sudden sunrise.

I prefer to dance alone with deep breaths and slow, measured movements

Like the moon in its cycle through the sky,

Like foamy waves rising, curling, and whispering down onto the sand.

The dark dancers are my inspiration to keep cavorting across sunny wooden floors,

To smell flowers with every ounce of my concentration,

To dive into my Self as I dive into the ocean,

as I plunge into my bed at night,

As I fall into the arms of my friends and family,

As I plunge into Grace and kick up my heels in the valleys of the Milky Way

With the Present Moment playing fine spun music in my ears,

As I romp all night, all day, with gods and angels. 

Right Now

i have heard that a lot of people spend their lives

            trying to find Themselves.

            trying to find the Right Person.

            trying to find the Successful Job.

            but I have found,

            that anything worth finding is right now.

            Right Now.

            Right Now.

            Right Now.

            so take every Right Now,

            (and remember to breathe)

            and let it be Right Now,

            don’t put any Tomorrow’s or

            What If’s in it.

            stretch your happy muscles,

don’t let them get cramped

            (and remember to breathe). 

For Teachers, Especially Mine

I am taught by a great teacher.

she leads with her heart,

and through her Love I have begun to walk the starry paths

of my young heart.

this teacher has taught me to untangle myself from the sticky

web of my dreams, so I may find joy in my present moment.

she has helped me to discover that if I desire deep sleep and deep love,

then I must cease my anxious pacing on the shore.

I must dive right into the heaving storm that is my new life.

I lay in the burning sunlight of her lessons

so that I may become a great teacher one day too.

I have seen my inner hurricane and weathered the violence.

I listen to her words so I may know the peace of resting on God’s broad chest…

so I may know the rhythm of my Lord’s steady breathing.

so I may rise with His inhale and sink with His exhale,

knowing that I can hear His unchangeable heartbeat

whenever I put my ear to the Earth and listen.