The Mystery that Seeks Love

Life is an ever~expanding mystery that is always seeking to be met with love in new ways.

The Sacredness of Presence

When I seek resolution of the mystery, I feel dead, tired and confused.

When I stay in the terror and unresolvable mess of the now, I feel alive, creative, and infinite.

The aliveness I seek burns through the inner ocean of my being when I meet myself in the sacredness of presence.

I will rest there, and breathe.

I Must Die, Yet Again

As life lives me, I am ever new.
What I hold, I release.
What I release, I embrace,
What I embrace, I set free.
I must die, yet again.
As life lives me, I am ever new.

The Welcoming Room

The welcoming room
knows not
the difference
between 
rage and peace,
despair and joy,
agonizing pain or
cosmic ecstasy.
The welcoming room
knows only
the warm, loving embrace for
all those who enter.

LOVE HAS CALLED A MEETING

Love has called a meeting. Hand-written invitations were sent.

Dear Despair, 
You rip me to shreds and tear me open. All I can do when you’re around is try to remain alive. Please, come sit at the sacred circle. Your attendance is so dear. You remind me to breath.

Dear Grief,
You humble me. Please, bring the gut-wrenching pain that tackles me to the floor with waves so huge, all one can do is go limp with surrender and be taken by your force. Your particular and tender reality of loss inspires an odd completeness and happiness. With you, I feel my body enliven, please come and turn this meeting into the celebration of life that it truly is.

Dearest Rage,
You scare the shit out of me! But, I welcome you with my all heart, join me in this sacred circle. I want to sit with your mess of fury. And please, take the seat next to mine, I will save it for you.

Dear Doubt,
You don’t believe me, but you are not only welcome to sit at this sacred council, but we need your valuable presence. Bring your voice, your questions, your unbelieving, your distrust... be heard and be held.

Hello my dearest Fear,
I bow to you sacred guru, please do me the honor of attending this meeting. We cannot hold it without you. Sometimes we must feel the trepidation in your rhythm, in order to know our strength. Sometimes we must walk through you to take our journey powerfully. Please come to the council meeting and sit where we can all face you.

Dear Black Hole of Terror,
You offer no reference, and with this, you gift us the most open inspiration and creativity. I beg your presence! Please come, so that we may hold the inquiry open and unfold in the freshness of the moment. With nothing to grasp at, nothing to lean on, no pulling or pushing, we will honor you. (Forgive a little bit of excited flailing amidst the new found aliveness.)

You are the gurus, I bow at your feet in humility and in beauty of all that is. I let life live through me, and each one of you make it so. Let us have our meeting, let us complete the circle.

Yours truly,
Love

P.S.

Dear Shame,

I am ashamed and admit I often forget about you. You are small and hidden, so I must pay special attention to realize you're around. You are so beautiful in your vulnerability. Please come to the sacred lodge and come just as you are. If you prefer, sit behind me, I will protect you.

When love calls a meeting…

...she is answering her yearning to embrace that which most needs her. She invites the lost and forsaken parts home. She allows the most wretched, dark aspects to rest and be held in her arms. She values what is seemingly unworthy. Love doesn’t need to fix anything. In her infinite nature, she gives the shadows more love, not less. By bringing all these pieces together, she masterfully designs wholeness, and peace with what is in all of us.

A Good Cry

A request from a withering rose:

I captured your gaze as a promising young bud.

I met your senses.

As you set your yearning gaze upon my bold petals and filled your sinuses with the flow of my fragrance, you mirrored my beauty back to me. We created love, together.

As the season turns to fall and inevitably winter, don't turn away from me.

My gift isn't over yet, there is more love to be had.

Have a good cry for my exquisite demise.

The Majesty

Into the rhythm
you have danced
with abandon,

a spring bouquet
choreographing the steps.

Into the heart
you have unknowingly wandered
don't turn back!
from the agony
it is, but another chamber
of the majesty.

Portraits

Petals ~

Peach, pink and pale violet,

let me capture your perfection in

portraits.

A Symphony

Rain and roses,
sky's sorrow and soil's glory.

A symphony of spring.

A Harvest of Seeds

Fruit, cut open and cored,
seeds spill onto fertile soil under the sun.
I promise to water you. And,
I will pull the weeds!
Please, grow to your full potential, I pray.
And leave behind
a harvest of seeds,
for when you pass on,
they will be spread by birds.

Blossom

My petals feel
the warmth of the morning sun while
my stem sends a subtle message that rises up within me, so
I open.

Soon, a vulnerable blossom
and a cascade of mourning
as the petals drop
one by one
from the breeze of the window.

Beauty

What is beauty

if not freedom?
What is beauty
if not love?
As beauty unfolds,
breathe its fragrance,
it is medicine.

Embrace

Fallen leaves float on the river’s surface,
occasionally brushing corners or overlapping tips while being swept downstream.

Smooth river stones, companions in stillness under the current, nestled side by side, unturned at the bottom. Occasionally, they get tumbled by the current or a curious fish.

Immersing between the banks of the river, hearts and souls, they dance gracefully all the way to oceanic embrace. The swells and waves on the sea’s surface are of no concern down deep, where there is only the vast, and the open.