Deep Roots

Something so balanced
so hefty and solid
In the practice
Of health
And Good Love

I am a spinning top
A learning Bean
Changeable
Mutable
and Growing

Thank you
For bringing me
Deep lessons
For Deep learning

I pray to sink
Myself and my core
again and again
into Deep Root Spaces
to Grow Healthy
and Balanced
Hefty and Solid
and blossom into
Good Love

I am here
where I become something of sand
something of dust and clay
dry and crumbling slowly
As life's winds erase me
waiting
for your breath

Still

In the shapes from the window
I am deeply awake
With Moonlight translating my skin
Her love in the tea
I slowly intake
Feeling her clean-ness within

The silence that wraps
round my bones
I still hear,
It whistles and calls me to Still
til my heart
As it pumps
Rocks my body
Like sea
Its eddies and currents
Unseen

Speck

A point so piquant
And infinitesimally small
Floats
In the edge
Of my awareness
Containing That Secret
Delicate as Endless
Inescapable and Indefinite
And as graspable
As some speck
In my bathwater

Morning Love:)

Some days you're sitting in the chair
With very ordinary air
Caught in conversation there...
I go to make some tea

Then every little step I take
I feel my foot roll on the floor
And hear the gentle noise it makes
Mix as your voice falls through the door
Into most ecstatic song
Of quiet sounds my heart adores
And silent smiles play on my face
As everything feels in it's place

Morning Love:)


Offered as my response to this weeks OSI prompt Love

Ted

Reading your writing
Is a physical experience
Ideas stepping off the page
Into my awareness
Setting off
A cascade of

recognition
acceptance
Love

Sometimes what I see
Is a hole in the logic
A space that lets the Love
And Mystery

Fall through

And ideas
Rush through me
To bridge the gap
Reaching to
The beautiful underlying structure
Of life.

I am a little dumbfounded

By the divergence of my life

From what I had imagined

I have done things I never thought I would

And never did the things I thought I dreamt of


There's a sadness to those thoughts

And more than a touch of curiosity

As to how little I knew

Or still know

And an over arching sense

Of happiness, mystery and amazement

At how all this can still be me being me.

Love from Kathleen Keating

Wishing you Love from me too.

I have stumbled, pushed, pulled,

and directed my whole life

toward the expansion of my divine humanity,

an inner largeness

that keeps spreading my soul before me

and expanding my spirit around me.

Something closed and cold within

keeps turning me toward the eternal glow of love

until I melt and overflow

in tears and screams and laughter and roars,

and vitality spins around me like a dance.

I can't stop now.

I have taken risks

on purpose because I believe in love

and accidently because I was naive.

I not only have been burned, I have been consumed

in the fire of hope.

But after the pain I am always resurrected,

to my amazement, again and again

and again.

Each time I dust off the ashes of experience

I am deeper and richer

and closer to the wonder of who I really am,

and, as the family of humankind,

who we really are.

Taken from 'The Little Book Of Love Therapy' by Kathleen Keating

Grateful for Gillette

Came across this yesterday...exactly when I needed to! It's from the often deeply refreshing, interesting and nurturing blog Ex-Courtesan in Transition (again)

I Believe

That things can change.
That they do so in their time. Their time.
That we can rejuicify and re-ignite our lives and relationships, even in their darkest hour.
That there is an exquisite balance between being with what is
and excitement about possible futures.
That all is well, even when I can't see it.
That the world is abundant with infinite possibility.
That the glue of the universe is love. Even loving fear.
Yup.
It's a good day.

'That all is well, even when I can't see it' Seeing those words written down by Gillette moved them within myself from the 'wondering if I'm just kidding myself though' category, to the 'reasoning and faith of a perfectly wise enough woman' category.

Very grateful for that.

Blessed Light

Blessed moments
I am nothing more
Than the dream of my children
The dream of my childhood
The light of Love's memories
Seen through my Heart.

I Love You

EMR

 

Sleepy dreaming early morning

Rambling thinking ideas dawning

Papers folding leaving marks

Unsure writing in the dark



Flowing loving feelings ebbing

Practicalities awakening

Information begins filtering

Through the lighted cracks



Hopeful waiting wishing holding

Memories treasured now are fleeting

Little voices chime beginnings

Of the clean slate day.

Falling over myself

I am at that moment
The wave sucks back in,
Falling over itself
As it bubbles and hisses
Through pebbles.
I've sat so many times
Looking into this hiss,
Always some part of me
Longing slightly
For the wave
to have come further.
Just that tiny bit further.
To have rested
Completed
before its own undertow
Sucked it back in.

Health, Remend and Remeber!

This little post is just here for me
To commit and remind and remember to be
True to myself, honest and brave;
Stand up for my health
And my oddest of ways...
For there is the sweetness
Of succulent life
Full flowing Love
In it's Dancing Delight.

Gorgeous tailcastness

Before I leave it any longer I want to say "woo hoo" and Thank you to the tailcast cast and especially Milas as both 'It Is What It Is' and 'Just Pondering' were Featured Poems in the last ten days on tailcast.

This is this months tailspin, the gorgeous, and now available to buy and own in wonderful printed bookness, monthly magazine of selected tailcast member's work.

Open publication - Free publishing - More tailspin

I think it's available in North America and the UK... and if you check out nothing else then ManDartin's poem You Are The Miracle features on page 25 made me cry twice! He has several stunning pieces on his tailcast page. My tailcast page is here.

There You Are!

And then I remembered!
As soon as
I lay where I wanted
It was there:
The grain of sand
Is God,
The All That Is
Existence itself.
So amazing
To see It in every grain
Every blade
Yet be blind to it
When I look at myself!

Just Pondering

There are so many ways I have changed.
So many versions of me
They seem to be
Lives themselves.
Yet still the core of me remains
Colourful, uncomfortable and awkward,
Hopeful, loving and untoward.
Where is the wisdom in this?
Where is the continuing presence
With lessons learned?
How can I get it wrong again and again?
Or is it right?
Where is that grain of sand, that grain of me
So tiny
Yet so essential
As to be my mountain of Self;
The strength
To hold all this coherent?

Floating

I open myself up to
That bed of delight
The comfort of knowing
That all will be right;
I see in this ocean
All beauty, no form...
Understand ultimately
There can be no wrong.

Tiredness

The warm dry smell of tiredness
Invading in waves
My conscious awareness
Stripping energy and sapping strength
melting resistance, befuddling my brain
Tiredness
Tired and dry and lonely in the noise
Needing softness and support
Longing to stop all other forces
To drop the socks
The shirts
The plates
Longing to meet all arguments
With the gaze of non-recognition
And just sleep.

Bigger

I realise
In that moment
I can't recall
The nature of falsities
Usually occupying
My mind

The Peace is bigger
The Love is deeper
So much so
All else
Is a pinprick
In the universe
I see those shadows
Melt faster
Than I can focus on them

Not missed

So opposite
To the chasm left
When I can't focus
On this Love and Peace
For all the false dreams
I am holding.

Painting Sky

Sitting underneath The Painting Sky
Where creation
Has opened up its heart
In all its brilliance

"God has left the back door open,
my mother always said to me"

My mother says to me.