| Liberate and Love |
[Feb. 20th, 2011|11:02 pm] |
When I accept myself I know
what I feel is valid and real
a contradiction and a devotion to extremes
the middle ground seems so profound
the individual longs to love
the individual longs to be free
How do I express both sides of me?
powerless longing for satisfaction
I can not believe
I do not believe
that my reaction will find attraction
Who can liberate and love? |
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| Fragment |
[Feb. 16th, 2011|01:56 pm] |
In another reality, I have these experiences with you
I wonder why they can not happen here
There are obstacles in the way
There are limitations because of the way I relate to the world
I blame the world instead of myself
What if we all acted differently?
I blame myself instead of the world
What if I acted differently?
I borrow your image without your permission
I imagine you because I see you
Do I really see you within the fragments
I have captured?
What would I see if I really saw?
What would I know if I really knew?
If I expressed myself directly?
If I directly perceived you?
written 11/26/2010 |
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| Limitations |
[May. 3rd, 2010|08:54 pm] |
That idea is limiting
I didn't notice how it trapped me
It created a false ceiling for my aspirations
The only choice is freedom
The best idea enables one to forever expand,
to continually grow
I thought of it as the highest aspiration
I see it now as a limitation
If it does not encompass all I am and all I desire,
Why retire from the ever creative pursuit of life and living
to entertain a dead end of the mind?
I find that it was never my idea but someone else's
A standard idea - A conventional idea
A thought construction alive in the world organizing lives,
but not mine |
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| July 30, 2009 |
[Apr. 11th, 2010|08:46 pm] |
Open the door
They opened theirs, easily
Someone cares, not me
It hurts to hurt, I have regrets
Wanting to love, not able yet
I felt the glow
It fluttered around
The natural world is so profound
A tiny bird, a purple tree
The still life porch and me |
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| Emotional Alchemy |
[Jun. 28th, 2009|10:25 am] |
Recalled to consciousness
Pain that was already there
Only took away what you gave
It was what I needed
It was what I feared
The past echoing in the present
For eyes to see,
Minds to know,
Hearts to feel again
Symbolic reality tempting us to grow
Past the place where
Our souls became stuck |
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| Balance |
[Dec. 20th, 2008|12:50 pm] |
Do we struggle in love?
Do we struggle in pain?
Do we maintain for absolution?
The intent, the reason, is unknown
for the good and the bad that is our own.
We judge positive and negative forces,
the sources of grace and burdens unknown.
The life we live and call our own,
challenges and comforts as well.
Are we blessed or is this the
hell of past mistakes?
It takes all that I have.
It makes me move this way.
I appreciate what I am given.
I balance everyday,
the energies I choose to employ,
the happiness I choose to enjoy,
the fear and pain I surrender to,
the connection with what's right and true.
It is all that I can do. |
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| When I care |
[Nov. 13th, 2008|07:05 pm] |
When I care it inspires me
I reach higher, I'm on fire
The tired tales of apathy retire
My dire needs feed the seed and it grows
I seek to know
Is acceptance resignation
when I'm impatient
with my image of the world
Attracting my world by being
without seeing why
I defy myself and cry myself
to sleep
The tears surrender me to the
deep places
where truth can be defined
I find my meaning there
but only when I care |
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| Void of Meaning |
[Sep. 24th, 2008|06:49 pm] |
What does it mean
When I'm longing for a new scene?
I get smothered by the routine
Discontented days form a haze
I get lost in a maze of
Recurring pains
Adding up to torrential rains
Feeling stuck and desperate
Wanting to quit
The whole life seems void of meaning
and the purpose isn't clear
What exactly am I doing here?
Can't escape and run a different way
It won't ease the burdens
but a new day brings a new way
To see the life I was meant to lead
If we're truly meant, indeed
To go a certain way
Longing for the day it makes sense |
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| Natural Pace |
[Aug. 21st, 2008|05:15 pm] |
Natural pace
it's not a race
it's a process
Growing is knowing yourself
more and more
Growing is accepting
what you're here for
I fear the doors that
seemed to close
It's what I chose
I doubt the fate
I seem to create
Look ahead, I look behind
What would I be instead?
It's work I didn't seem to choose
But I don't want to loose
that potential
Guiding grace within the space
we find ourselves
It finds us when we let it go
It finds us when we know
Ourselves |
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| Polarities of Growth |
[Jul. 13th, 2008|10:01 pm] |
My fear is my need is my addiction
Alienation is the vacation from the
typical situation
Imagination is a farce
Realization is sparse
I am not alive in moments
The minimal functioning me
is not all that I can be
A poisioned life is not worth living
Inspired not, and barely giving
Reliving a past of empty spaces
Relief and Release
A moment of peace
Moments of exquisite joy
Destroying preconceptions
Allowing exceptions
Knowing possibilities once known
but forgotten and dormant when I am alone
Unable to tell what will be next
Ancient burdens become lighter
Inner light burns brighter
Rising up into the air
Clearly it is possible to fly
My fear says how will I meet the ground
My spirit knows a new way is found |
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