Tag: poem

love’s penance

love doesn’t cry
it quietly supports your every action
it leans on your leg
it watches you across the room quietly
making sure you are ok
it follows you room to room
letting you know you are not alone
it loves you
it’s a friend
your sanctuary

it’s easy to love when you are loved
but when the other turns away
because they fear themselves
that will be the time your love is really tested
you will want to run away
it’s hard to watch someone hurt themselves
it challenges everything we feel love should be
but stay you must
for this is what love requires
not your will be done

let your anger at loves rebuke
be transmuted into compassion
so clean up the mess
slip into the bed and whisper
your love into the abyss of fear
call out across the void to the lost one
stand firm in your resolve
take the lashes with joy
let the salt of your tears
birth new hope for love

leave no trace

walk upon the earth
like a cloud

leave everything
as you found it

watch the sunrise
and sleep after sunset

be forgotten
then forget yourself

rabbits

and so it goes 
and so it goes 
and so it goes

careful now
something stirs in the deep wood
beware of darkness 
something wicked this way comes

into the woods

they’ve found us again

run 
run 
run

The Fool by the Roadside by W.B. Yeats

WHEN all works that have
From cradle run to grave
From grave to cradle run instead;
When thoughts that a fool
Has wound upon a spool
Are but loose thread, are but loose thread;
When cradle and spool are past
And I mere shade at last
Coagulate of stuff
Transparent like the wind,
I think that I may find
A faithful love, a faithful love

”Ars Poetica” by Archibald MacLeish

A poem should be palpable and mute   
As a globed fruit,

Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb,

Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown—

A poem should be wordless   
As the flight of birds.

                        *               

A poem should be motionless in time   
As the moon climbs,

Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,

Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,   
Memory by memory the mind—

A poem should be motionless in time   
As the moon climbs.

                        *               

A poem should be equal to:
Not true.

For all the history of grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf.

For love
The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea—

A poem should not mean   
But be.

Sweet Love

There are moments

Such gentle moments where the air is filled with light

To breathe would shatter eternity

There is such beauty in life

It is incompressible to me how we could lose hope

There is also such great pain

A pain that when transcended breaks into a sunrise

With an otherworldly light

A light that surpasses understanding

I know that we are never lost

We are forever

All these moments can’t be lost

Wishful thinking you may scoff

But I have lived a secret

Nobody would believe me

I can’t believe it myself

It is beyond belief

You are not done yet

No no

You are not lost

No no

You are loved beyond belief

You are known for what you are

With no name

Before time

Before you had a face

You are remembered forever

Happy anniversary my sweet love…

Fill Your Cup

Earth is a place of joy and strife
Where spirits can soar or slither
Some find nourishment in love and life
Others see their spirits eaten and wither

From the mountains to the rolling hills
From the oceans to the fields of grain
This planet has so many thrills and beauty
But it can also bring great pain

For some, the Earth is a sanctuary
A place of peace and harmony
For others, it can be a battlefield
Where their spirits are crushed, you see

So let us be mindful of our surroundings
And do our best to lift each other up
For on this Earth, our spirits are bounding
And it is our choice to fill our cups

With love and light, or fear and doubt
The choice is ours, let’s make it right
For on this Earth, our spirits can sprout
Let’s tend to them and take flight

—smelly goat

Love Tears Me Open

I woke up tonight after a dark dream. 

I couldn’t sleep and the Lion told me to offer myself as a lamb to itself. It said it is all that is moving. It told me love kills. To take my small flame I have cultivated and merge it with the only real 🔥 

And I wrote this with some help from my friends…

“Love is like the lion’s tooth.” —W.B. Yeats

I’ll tell you a secret about love
  Life is love and love is life
  A riddle and plainly known

I’ll tell you a secret about love
  You can cultivate your little flame
  But love will kill you when you come close

I’ll tell you a secret about love
  Though love may slay you as a lamb
  You shall be raised up a lion

—smelly goat

“You that come to birth and bring the mysteries, your voice-thunder makes us very happy.  Roar, lion of the heart, and tear me open!” – Rumi

Only now do I realize I have prepared myself as an offering to the Lion. 

Join Together In Song and Dance

Let us join together in song and dance in celebration

It is a sweet incense outside of time to all of creation

We are his people, the flock he has shepherded

Lift up your hands and come worship

Let us sing in harmony

Our lives a living sacrifice pleasing to him

These are mysterious things

Come sing and lift your Joy to the heavens with me

We are his people, Allelujah!