Become A Symphony

“... may fingers be dancing upon your spine
till your landscape becomes a symphony.
For healers and lovers know,
delicate touch is more than music,
It is medicine.”
~ Mark Gonzales

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Your lover’s form

is a musical instrument

that when expertly played

~ sings ~

producing the most exquisite of orchestras

Every sanctified union

every heartbeat in unison

is a divinely conducted symphony

a dance where partners

sway to a tune

and lovers silently sing to one another

in a language only lovers comprehend

Every beautiful conversation

is an angelic chorus

sweetly falling upon the senses

Every sincere meditation is harmony

Every prayer a beautiful melody

Every gaze to the heavens,

every folding to the knees,

is a dance in congregation ~

like the synchronous flight of birds

and the gentle swaying of trees

Become a symphony..

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“If Words are the Lyrics,
and Laughter the Melody,
then a Relationship becomes a Symphony.”
~ Nicholas Sparks

 

Stillness Upon the Surface of the Pond

“Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened
but go on in fortune or misfortune at their own private pace,
like a clock during a thunderstorm. ”
~ Robert Louis Stevenson

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Sometimes you don’t like the person you become.
It is not who you are,
not who you want to be..
that person of fears and insecurities and ‘wants’..

Sometimes that person emerges,
in moments of darkness,
or lack of clarity.
But that person never stays,
those feelings never stay.
They are like the ripples on the surface of a pond
when it is disturbed by a pebble, or a branch..
They don’t last,
and the stillness returns.

You are that stillness.

You are not the ripples.

When there is stillness upon the surface of the pond
we can see a clear reflection
of the trees, the sky, the birds flying above
a clear reflection of ourselves,
and of those who gaze upon our visage..

It is the ripples that cause distortion;
we no longer see the reflection as it is..
it shakes, becomes unsteady,
the mind can’t make sense of it..
and we feel uneasy~
afraid.

So much changes day to day on the surface,
but underneath,
the stillness and the calm can remain.

We simply have to learn to recognize the ripples
for what they are before they affect us,
as mere disturbances,
and have faith that the stillness will return

if we remain calm,

if we remain still.

It is not always an easy task to remember,
to remain still..
to recognize the ripples
and we find ourselves acting in ways unworthy of our true being.

But sometimes,
someone comes into our lives and helps us to remember.

And they do it so gently and lovingly
that we are sometimes not aware of what they are doing.
They don’t get upset..
They don’t shut themselves off from us
or see us as unworthy
or walk away.

They stay open,
allowing their wondrous light to keep shining,
lighting our way ~

They remain that mirror that we need
and we are able to see ourselves,
our true self,
without the distortions.

They are able to see the ‘stillness’,
even when we are affected by the occasional disturbance.
And as they steady our world,
they steady our hearts.
They become our stillness on the surface of the pond.

You know when someone like that enters your life,
a divinely-wrapped gift from heaven ~
inherently and wholly.. you know.

May we all find such a gift.

First Kiss

“The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. 
It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; 
because this kiss already has within it that surrender.” 
~ Emil Ludwig

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the first kiss
makes me sad
because I can never again
replicate that feeling of passionate anticipation,
that pure unknowingness of a life altering expectation,
that can only come before
the first kiss

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“In one kiss, you’ll know all I haven’t said.”
~Pablo Neruda

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but every kiss thereafter
bears within each breath exchanged
an offering ~
the seed of immortality
a promise
that unites two souls
for eternity.
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“We are all mortal until the first kiss …”
~Eduardo Galeano

First Love

“I used to build dreams about you”
~F.Scott Fitzgerald
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There is always something special and unforgettable
about that first time we fell in love –
something that remains deep within us
as we journey on through our lives;
something we never let go of.
If you ever had the occasion to re-meet a past, first love –
you will most likely be hit with the realization that
not only is he/she a different person,
but that you are also a very different person
in relation to them.

Because it is not the ‘person’ we remember necessarily;
but the feeling we had,
the loving fully and being loved in return,
the innocence of first love when betrayal never entered our thoughts,
the utter belief that we were in total control of our destiny..
the KNOWING that we were going to be happy for the rest of our lives,
and the faith that love could conquer all.
We felt everything more acutely,
our joys and our sorrows,
because we didn’t have anything to compare them to.
Everything was a first.

But Life teaches us otherwise.

And despite all of life’s trials,
and all of love’s lessons,
those old memories remain.
They are reminders of a simpler, happier time
when we held the world in our hands
and hopeful innocence in our hearts.
It carries with it a subtle lingering sadness..
because we know it is something
we can never get back…

… despite our efforts as we keep trying.
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Over You

 

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I can no longer bear
to look into your lying eyes;
there is such  deep sadness
when love dies

I can no longer bear
to be held in your cheating arms;
the beautiful hands that once held mine
have lost all their charm

I can no longer bear
to hold a place in your misleading heart;
my heart once held you in such high graces
but you pierced it with a fickle dart

I gave you all I had
and I suffered all the pain;
You took it all for granted
It was all for your gain

All this time you deceived me,
letting you was my mistake.
And somehow I forgive you,
for my own sake

Now when I say my final goodbye
suddenly you want to apologize;
you want to be my ‘everything’
but I no longer choose to agonize..

..over you.

Some Days You Want To Run

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Your eyes smile at me
I forget all my worries, my pain
But then we part for a while
and it starts all over again

Some days you want to run
Some days you want to stick it through
I just don’t know what I should do

Love is such a roller coaster
a battlefield
a war
It guts you to the core

Win or lose
the heart is the ultimate victim
You claim to love but then love dies
instead of healing you realize you wrecked  ’em
and what you lost
oh what you lost
came at such a high cost ~
oh what I lost
came at such a high cost

Some days you want to run
Some days you want to stick it through
I just don’t know what I should do

They say you can leave anytime you want
No one is a prisoner here,
the key you hold only fits an open door.
What locks you in is your own fear
What locks you out is your own fear

Some days you want to run..
Some days..

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Gentle Strength

 

Our fingers intertwined,fingers
our souls re-joined,
our hearts spanned distance and time ~
Reminders of encounters in lives long past,
when we dwelled in the presence of the Divine.

I thought of days of sadness
… of endless, sleepless nights,
of futile attempts at climbing..
but plummeting from towering heights.

With his gentle strength, he held me,
as I laid my appeased soul against him..
My burdens released, finally at peace
I felt my spirit flow within him

I closed my eyes,
and I wept..
.. and I wept ~
as walls of resistance came crumbling down,
and in serene tranquility,
I slept..
..and I slept ~
in the middle of his ocean I gently drowned.