Silent Meeting

Incomplete silence attending our meeting

My heart clearly pounding a thunderous beating

No uttering words, yet my ears hear a riot

Of sounds from nature, not the least bit of quiet

Nervous and jittery energy abound

Watching for your approach, the corner you round

The tree overhead making thundering applause

The wind through leaves most likely the cause

In those ticking seconds nothing is said

Not a single thought except to clear my head

Inhaling deeply, I catch your essence

Thereby quite happy to feel your presence

Our lips touching slightly, ever so calm

Soft and tentative, much as a balm

Two tongues testing timidly, nervous, in haste

Enough to introduce your pleasing taste

Happiness suddenly crowding my head

And knowing completely, no reason for dread

Instantly having a comfortable feeling

Two souls shall unite, begin the unpeeling

Held firm in your arms, my heart taking flight

The feeling inexplicable yet constant and right

From here possibilities seem endless and true

I’ll always remember the first meeting of you.

Muse Awakening

Open the door to wakefulness.
Struggle against the overpowering urge to slumber.
Open it just a crack, then let it fall, let it close
Back into sleep, ah, sweet slumber.

Try again. How much time passed?
Not ready to look at the clock,
Sweet slumber pulls me back once again
Into its warm, soft embrace.

But I must open the door, let the light in.
Darkness pulls me back, says quietly:
No, please stay. You feel so good.
The bed isn’t so lonely as it was last night.

What finally decides the moment?
The time when I step through the door
And find myself facing a new day?
Is it that little bit of light seen through closed eyelids?

And what do I make of this niggling thought
Pushing at the back of my consciousness?
Too easy to fall back to the sweet slumber
Of routine, not listen to the still, small voice.

Oh, but it’s there, ever present as the day.
What is it about the darkness, the ignorance,
That is so inviting?
It’s that comfortable, all-embracing complacency.

But I see the slit of light through the
Door that is slightly ajar.
And I want to go there.
I want to see the miracle of God.

It’s a step out of sweet slumber
That comes to me only occasionally,
When the stars, the planets and the moon
Are aligned just so.

So, at these rare moments
I must kick off the covers and follow
The light wherever it may lead me.
Through a day full of precious moments.

Here I can create, with words, with music
Whatever the voice is telling me.
To shirk off the comfort, to seize this day
And create God’s will.

The muse is here!
I let the voice come through me
Until, once again, the warm bedclothes
Embrace me at the end of the day.

Missing You

Each day I awake

And thinking of you

I go about it with determination

Each day is interesting

And new and fun

But you’re not in it and I long for you

I count days passing

I gage what time I have left

Until next we are in each other’s arms

And yet, living in the moment

Makes sense

And so I strive to do that with you gone

It starts with meditation

Smoking my thoughts

And counting breaths as the clock ticks

Distracting myself

But for the feelings

I might otherwise have in your absence

I take the time

To notice my belly

And the undertones of dis-ease

Where are you

At this moment

What thoughts go through your mind?

Lo, I have a message

The one you left

As you were heading into the mountains

That I cannot see you

Hear you, touch you

Might I become the berries you count?

Ah, but life is good

Whole, complete

Healthy, happy and wonderful

End of day arrives

With nothing left on my plate

But much accomplished and lo and behold

I look at myself

And say with a smile

One more day to cross off

Pieces of Myself

Missing something here

Somewhat dear

Not sure what it is but

Hopefully will find out soon

Was it long ago?

Hard to know

When those walls were built

Now to make me immune

Wanting pieces back

Must attack

With vengeance to find all

That got lost and went missing

Putting into place             `

Mirror face

In order to see the whole

Of the woman now living

Stuff happens now

Will know how

To make sense of it all

When I’ve deciphered my psyche

I can truly say

On my way

To health and wholeness

With nothing taken lightly

Silent time alone

Breath I own

Looking deep within

To see all the universe unfolding

To find the soothing,

Undoing

All past regrets

My integrity upholding

Piece by precious piece

I release

The stronghold on my heart

To appreciate myself as whole

The truth to observe

I deserve

Put mostly back together

I am a precious soul