Tuesday, December 22, 2009

If I arrived at her doorstep, she would smile in a way that would
welcome me into her world without exception.
She would hold me in place,
and not let me move,
until her embrace
squeezed the tears of longing from my eyes.
She would kiss those tears one at a time.
She would ask only that I be with her,
that I forget everything else
that was not part of the two of us
"Lay down on your back," she would say,
and would straddle me,look down at me
put her hands on my chest,
her eyes would soften,
and her body, willingly,
would take in that pain,
that longing I have carried
beneath the palms of her hands,
and then, at the very moment
I would inhale
she would take a breath
and sing me the most beautiful song
that made beauty out of the sadness
too long trapped in each of us

This is just the beginning I think..

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Life, is not what you see, but what you've projected. It's not what you've felt, but what you've decided. It's not what you've experienced, but how you've remembered it. It's not what you've forged, but what you've allowed. And it's not who's appeared, but who you've summoned. And this should serve you well, beloved, until you find, what you already have