Love can make us
Finer than we are
True love
Can make us
Finer still
“Love is patient
Love is kind”
They tell us
But they do not
Tell us
That true love
Can burn away
The blinders from
The lover’s eyes
Hearts and souls
Filled up with love
Crowd out all
Baser feelings
As the Light
Destroys the
Darkness
In its loving
Way
The only force
In all the Universe
Against which
There is no
Defense
Is Love
(Originally published February 11, 2015)
I watch the way the flame
Changes the wood
The smaller pieces writhe
And twist and then surrender
To their appointed fate
The logs are dry and soon
The fire claims them
From within ~ till
What was once so solid
Has turned to weightless ash
They say that matter cannot
Be created or destroyed
But only changed in nature
Ice to liquid or to gas
Solid flesh to spirit only
What they call science
I call magic ~ I cannot
Think of it in any other way
Perhaps it’s just the language and
Not the logic that divides us
Where you call gravity and fractals
And cats which either live or don’t
All scientific questions
To me they are the stuff of magic
Gifts of a whimsical Universe
Oh I have walked
By the peaceful waters ~
And I have heard
The forest’s call ~
I have climbed heights
And plumbed depths ~
I have loved and lost ~
And I have loved
Again
Anyway ~
I have tasted fear
And burned with rage ~
I have known hatred
And still have chosen love ~
These eyes have seen
My baby born
And my father die ~
I have watched the
Day dawn
And the sun set ~
And I have seen the Light ~
Now I see the patterns
And the characters
More clearly ~
I am adept at reading signs ~
Accumulating knowledge ~
For what future purpose
I cannot even guess ~
But in a Universe
Which operates with such
Minute attention
To detail ~
I have no doubt that
All will be revealed ~
(Originally published March 19, 2012)
You draw my eye ~ whenever
You enter a room ~
Your grace and the very
Shape and the size of the
Presence you inhabit in the Universe ~
Are so unique that I would know you
Anywhere ~
Whenever I think of you ~
I think of love on the grand scale ~
As if you and I were meant
To have a mighty impact
In the scheme of life ~
I find it hard for me think of us
In any other way
And yet ~
While I was filling up those rooms
Inside my head ~ with memories
Of magic and shared ardor ~
You have been always ~ the
Calm and steady core at the
Heart of my existence ~ without
Whom I’d have shattered
Long ago ~
Here in this reality ~
You have tethered me to Earth ~
And I have shared with you my stars ~
Can you even begin to imagine
What comes next ~
(Originally published May 24, 2017)
I dreamt I was floating down
A placid stream in a tiny boat ~
Garlanded with flowers and
Escorted by birds ~
Singing their loveliest
And most melodic tunes ~
Dappled sunlight and fragrance
Surrounded me ~ as we passed
Fields full of wildflowers
With the butterflies and
Bees at work upon them ~
And I marveled at their beauty ~
So effortless and natural and right ~
And as I traveled onward ~
I began to wonder if my journey
Had a purpose ~ and if so
What it could be ~ and
When I would arrive ~
And still I floated calmly on ~
Patiently waiting
For what would come next ~
So unlike me I thought ~
Even then ~ drifting along
In my soft gauzy daydream ~
Through the Technicolor day ~
I will always wonder
If the noise of an engine revving ~
Just outside my window ~
Was total accident ~ or
Part of some celestial plan
To keep me guessing
At my destination ~
The Universe has Such
A quirky sense of humor
I watch the way the flame
Changes the wood
The smaller pieces writhe
And twist and then surrender
To their appointed fate
The logs are dry and soon
The fire claims them
From within ~ till
What was once so solid
Has turned to weightless ash
They say that matter cannot
Be created or destroyed
But only changed in nature
Ice to liquid or to gas
Solid flesh to spirit only
What they call science
I call magic ~ I cannot
Think of it in any other way
Perhaps it’s just the language and
Not the logic that divides us
Where you call gravity and fractals
And cats which either live or don’t
All scientific questions
To me they are the stuff of magic
Gifts of a whimsical Universe
Oh I have walked
By the peaceful waters ~
And I have heard
The forest’s call ~
I have climbed heights
And plumbed depths ~
I have loved and lost ~
And I have loved
Again
Anyway ~
I have tasted fear
And burned with rage ~
I have known hatred
And still have chosen love ~
These eyes have seen
My baby born
And my father die ~
I have watched the
Day dawn
And the sun set ~
And I have seen the Light ~
Now I see the patterns
And the characters
More clearly ~
I am adept at reading signs ~
Accumulating knowledge ~
For what future purpose
I cannot even guess ~
But in a Universe
Which operates with such
Minute attention
To detail ~
I have no doubt that
All will be revealed ~
(Originally published March 19, 2012)
You draw my eye ~ whenever
You enter a room ~
Your grace and the very
Shape and the size of the
Presence you inhabit in the Universe ~
Are so unique that I would know you
Anywhere ~
Whenever I think of you ~
I think of love on the grand scale ~
As if you and I were meant
To have a mighty impact
In the scheme of life ~
I find it hard to think of us
In any other way
And yet ~
While I was filling up those rooms
Inside my head ~ with memories
Of magic and shared ardor ~
You have been always ~ the
Calm and steady core at the
Heart of my existence ~ without
Whom I’d have shattered
Long ago ~
Here in this reality ~
You have tethered me to Earth ~
And I have shared with you my stars ~
Can you even begin to imagine
What comes next ~
One minute I am
Balancing my checkbook ~
The next I am standing
On a childhood porch ~
Smothered in pink
Sweetheart roses ~
Smelling like the
Dawn of all creation ~
I can almost feel ~
The delicate touch of the
Early morning air ~
Cool against my skin ~
It feels as if there’s
Birdsong in my veins ~
My knees and elbows tingle ~
In that one moment
It comes flooding back ~
Those magic moments
From my youth ~
When I was most alive ~
Even then ~
I must have
Realized those times
Were special ~ meant
To be stored away ~
So that they could
Be taken out ~
Unwrapped ~
Remembered ~
Savored ~
I am so grateful
For the kindness and
The foresight ~
Of a Universe which
Gives such lovely gifts
On a Monday morning ~
As the Universe breathes in
So too do I
For we are One
The surety of it
The knowing
Delights and soothes my soul
This is where I have
Always longed to be
Where I belong
And I am soaring high
So high above the clouds
That hide the sun
And into the blue and
The brilliance
My first experience
Of freedom
I will never return to Earth
Nor obey your rules
And even should my freedom
Turn out to be illusion
Still I have tasted it
And real or no
It makes no difference
For I have thrown off
All my shackles
And live or die I will be free
From out of nowhere
A fire begins inside
That threatens
To consume me
Burn me to ashes and beyond
If such a thing could be
And it occurs to me belatedly
That freedom is an undertaking
Fraught with danger
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