I Slipped My Hand
I slipped my hand into
yours divine. Shooting stars
filled the panoramic celestial
scene, as you and I exchanged
pirouettes and cartwheels.
If only life could truly be lived
riding a magic carousel, where
even the gaily painted horses
could run free with you and me,
galloping in stride with our equine
kin. If only, I slipped your hand
in mine and away, away we went.
If there was ever a time
for humanity to throw
one last Hail Mary
down the field, this
is the moment.
Whether we raise an arm
to set the ball sailing,
or we bow in prayer,
the desired result is
long enough to allow
the Divine Mother to descend
her holy grace upon a planet
whose people are sorely in need-
of a healing, everlasting.
To Love, Again
When you see the face of your brother
or sister, father or mother, or even
one of the seven billion shining lights
who dance upon this spinning green-blue
globe we call home, whom do you see?
Is it the mask you have grown accustomed
to applying, that tries to assure you in vain
that you know who they are- their false beliefs,
their lies, even their truths?
No, you realize it you who has mistakenly
glued cardboard faces to a stick that you hold
up in front of them. You look into the sudden
abyss in front of you filling, now overflowing
with these false placards falling down
all around as you let go of every single
assumption that you have allowed to prop
you up. Your knees embrace the caress
of mother earth as your hands raise in
eternal thanksgiving- to have come home
to love again.
Whenever we least expect,
either through realized
physical pain or equally
as revealing, the hurt of our
own imaginings; the veil
appears before us, inviting
our action. With fingers ever
so tentative, we peel back
a corner- just enough-
to see through to what awaits.
Now, with quickened pulse
we do lift the veil up and up-
until we find ourselves wholly
on the other side- freed from
all pain-, dancing, dancing, dancing ecstatic!
“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.”― William Wordsworth
Breathing in I feel my heart
beat beneath each breath.
I find You inexplicably,
inescapably present, no longer
hidden between shallow gulps
of air. Instead, with heart and breath
aligned one with the other, I feel a
deep connection with You, within these
tom-tom chamber walls. Each breath
expands my inner reality as all else
fades into the silent spaces between breaths-
heart, breath, beating, whispering home, home, home…
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.