Words from the heart seem to have only one meaning. Truth penetrates all layers of emotional expression. But getting there--for some of us is nearly impossible. The response to those Truths (if memory serves) is a humbling, overwhelming feeling to fall to one's knees or curl up into a fetal ball.
As I search for ways to express those words and attempt to find them, it occurs that the most powerful ones don't belong to me. They come from an outside source--as a lovely surprise--tapping into the hidden recesses of my heart. The keys that open it and cause trapped feelings of love to gush forth, do what overused words can never accomplish.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Feel Me...
Leave your concerns on the floor in a heap.
Bring me unspoken words for my heart to keep.
Take me into your confidence.
Trust that I will never leave.
Hide your eyes if you are not he...
The One I am asking to
Feel
Me.
Bring me unspoken words for my heart to keep.
Take me into your confidence.
Trust that I will never leave.
Hide your eyes if you are not he...
The One I am asking to
Feel
Me.
Hear Me...
The wind that moves through the pines before sunrise pulls my thoughts out of their bony casement and carries them to ocean waves, heard from a distance.
A rooster and a male quail vie for vocal one-up-man-ship.
Whispering, now the wind speaks a message to any who will listen.
"Our mother--the earth--does not patronize us. She still blesses us with bounties and beauty, while she warns us repeatedly that we are making trouble for ourselves.
We are aware enough now to hear and understand these warnings. Yet, like rebellious, selfish, head strong youth that we are, we plunge ahead--careless, and thoughtlessly.
The earth's life-blood may be water, but oil is also. The demonstration she is giving us now will make it clear to even the most uneducated among us--the extent and importance of our interdependency and connectedness of all inhabitants on this planet.
The concluding result will be drawn out in time such that, it will have a name in a plethora of languages.
Mother will make it clear that this problem we created for ourselves will require all our attention, if we are to assure the continued existence of our species. Our attention must be focused on fixing it, preventing it, and all activity pertaining to it be discontinued indefinitely."
The wind is now sounding like a large crowd cheering with one voice.
The male quail sounds more like the rooster and the rooster has faded in agreement.
A rooster and a male quail vie for vocal one-up-man-ship.
Whispering, now the wind speaks a message to any who will listen.
"Our mother--the earth--does not patronize us. She still blesses us with bounties and beauty, while she warns us repeatedly that we are making trouble for ourselves.
We are aware enough now to hear and understand these warnings. Yet, like rebellious, selfish, head strong youth that we are, we plunge ahead--careless, and thoughtlessly.
The earth's life-blood may be water, but oil is also. The demonstration she is giving us now will make it clear to even the most uneducated among us--the extent and importance of our interdependency and connectedness of all inhabitants on this planet.
The concluding result will be drawn out in time such that, it will have a name in a plethora of languages.
Mother will make it clear that this problem we created for ourselves will require all our attention, if we are to assure the continued existence of our species. Our attention must be focused on fixing it, preventing it, and all activity pertaining to it be discontinued indefinitely."
The wind is now sounding like a large crowd cheering with one voice.
The male quail sounds more like the rooster and the rooster has faded in agreement.
See Me...
See me standing next to this page with sharp, menacing, cutting tools in my hands. They are symbols of what has shaped my life. Not the compassionate molding that is discretely referred to in ‘life stories’.
When I speak of the beauty of nature with a flourish of color and rose-scented phrases, it is my intention to distract you from the machetes and scabbards which I used to carve those words.
When I speak of the beauty of nature with a flourish of color and rose-scented phrases, it is my intention to distract you from the machetes and scabbards which I used to carve those words.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
A Precious Thing
Delicate realtionships are just that-delicate. Whether they are between husband and wife who are going through rough times and their continuing future is dicey, or whether between parent and child never allowed to fully bond.
If that delicate china plate is broken, many pieces can be seamlessly repaired, but there will no doubt be bits of various sizes that will never be found or able to be replaced.
Some of the members of these broken relationships will choose to toss the broken, imperfect object away--to the heartbreak of those who wish to keep it regardless of its condition.
Those tossing it away think it can be replaced or life will go on just fine without it--until life brings a situation to their door that calls for something precious from the past--one thing of beauty that connects them to all of history--and they no longer possess it.
Those who hold it, will continually be reminded of the pain that it represents. But, they will have time to come to terms with it and something to show for a life of pain.
If that delicate china plate is broken, many pieces can be seamlessly repaired, but there will no doubt be bits of various sizes that will never be found or able to be replaced.
Some of the members of these broken relationships will choose to toss the broken, imperfect object away--to the heartbreak of those who wish to keep it regardless of its condition.
Those tossing it away think it can be replaced or life will go on just fine without it--until life brings a situation to their door that calls for something precious from the past--one thing of beauty that connects them to all of history--and they no longer possess it.
Those who hold it, will continually be reminded of the pain that it represents. But, they will have time to come to terms with it and something to show for a life of pain.
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