shapes & lines

how a sublime

moment

enters

unexpected

a flash

of dimly lit

photographs

blurred lines

merge

into

a seamless pattern

printed on a beautiful

cloth

…

truth&reality

shift their focus

to the

vast interior

where darkness

depth

and light

all inter-play

inter-sect.

…

beauty

of that

perfect

attention

rooted

in

empties

what is full

and fills

what is empty.

Love isn’t and is.
its shapes and contours fill us
all in
the way it needs to

open us

so that more life
can flow through. 

arise

oh

i

write&feel.

artist in me.

artist

I chose to be

before

coming

here.

tempted to

articulate.

on&about

the journey

the circles

through

the

known.un.known.

obvious.invisible.

opposites

dance

when:

I stopped

believing

I am worthy.

of grand gestures,

of cheesy gifts, and cards.

of silly laughter spilling into

love that is

of the forever kind.

I wonder when I forgot

that

I have so much

hope,

so much love

to share 

with one

who

just doesn’t

get me

one way

but

every way.

I wonder

when I

thought

it better

to settle for

less

.

rather

than trust I

know

there’ssomuchmore.

you engender trust in so many

o wild one.

6:19 pm.

april 20, 2012.

that time is

your friend.

and that

things

that change

need to change.

why must we

fill every empty

feeling?

l(oo)king for pleasure l(oo)king for escape

taking it

in.

the abundance of

1.simple.breathe.

2.consecutive.<3beats.

4. songs I can sing with open keys

5. beautiful palm trees

6. memories of laughing through

7. nights of passion

* * *

I wonder

what it is

that gets

seen.

I wonder

what it is

that I

see.

leave the desires.

behind. in a place

of wonder

& mystery.

I moved my mat in front of the A that holds the swing set in my garden.

I placed my hands on the mat.

And tried a few hops.

handstand intended.

I went for it.  I had surveyed the support. And felt it seemed ok, though a little. bit. uneven.

one leg fell through, the other hit something.

twisted body

panic set in

half in the air

half on the ground

I tried to salvage my body, crumpled and in pain. 

pepper (my puppy) came running, concerned. She checked me.

I hugged her.

I had survived.  been a long time

since I had fallen in yoga.

I shook it off.  circled my wrists and checked the rest of me. 

moved on. moved spots. and found a better support.

then at the end while sitting. I caught. myself.

thinking about how I’d fallen. 

reading love letters beneath the lines.

there are times

when

nothing

is enough

and others

when

notes

soar

and laughter

roars.

it must be

that i don’t know

yet

what it is

love 

so simple

kind

and sweet.

real unreal

true false

clouds

the

feelings

in.side.

ease

comfort

joy

and

more

much more

than what I know.

***

love not to possess

but to

recognize

with courage.

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