Life So Real ~ Poetry: April 2009

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

the disappearance of me

the disappearance of me
remains to be seen
a single drop of water
flowing in a mountain stream
while sun's raging fire
consumes the lone sunbeam

living amidst the wonder
apparent in this duplicity
a separate freedom realized
only within the truth of unity
dissolving towards the vastness
settling into peaceful simplicity

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

the dance

flying high above the trees
through the clouds, upon the breeze
iridescence shines on wings of night
creation calls to propel this flight

power and strength in one wild voice
as moonlight reveals the only choice
and spirit invokes a new inner space
freedom inherent in its embrace

this dance with death will carry on
to the sacred rhythm of nature’s song
from sky and earth hear the cry
no longer watching life pass by

the journey of poetry

"...a spiritual journey is a lot like a poem. You don't merely recite a poem or analyze it intellectually. You dance it, sing it, cry it, feel it on your skin and in your bones. You move with it and feel its caress. It falls on you like a teardrop or wraps around you like a smile. It lives in the heart and the body as well as the spirit and the head."

Sue Monk Kidd
When the Heart Waits

the journey of words...

sometimes they come as a gift; the words flowing into my mind at odd moments and i'm forced to repeat them over and over until i can quickly write them down on scraps of paper. it's like they're so excited to be discovered that they write themselves and i am just the vessel through which they become manifest...

and other times it's like a game of hide and seek. they give me a clue, an idea, but the harder i try to find them, the more they elude me. they want to be found, but they enjoy the game. and so i wait patiently, catching glimpses of them here and there. Until one day, maybe weeks or months later, they are comfortable enough to come out of hiding, finding the perfect moment to create themselves...