The Solar Eclipse Within

 

Morning Meditation: The solar eclipse within.
Everything I observe is teaching me something about something inside of me.
If I can observe it, recognize it and understand it, it must be found somewhere within me.

Now opposites are equally important for in harmonizing with one another something is created.

I think we harmonize that we might become something more together rather than separated.

My heart seems to know ways that my mind is scared to follow and the eclipse within me is but brief til the light shines through again.

(Just as it is sure that the sun continues to shine behind the moon, so it is sure that within each os us the sun shines always. Allow the moon to move and then the light shines through.)

I LOVE YOU.

JUMP

 

 

mounting the ancient bleached stone steps one at a time

she moved quietly albeit somewhat belabored under the age

her eyes first cast down and then up with inhale and exhale

determination glowed in her gentle eyes as slight salty tears shivered

drying before crossing the threshold of her sturdy jaw line

her motivation to see the other side of a chaotic humankind
no temple atop the stairs stretched forth as if vanishing into blue sky
every now but then here a small token of someone who came before

her simplicity of the thought chanted under her breath was no need for why
there will be a brightness shining way up there
when she does finally arrive
there where the souls blend into that peaceful kindness of love for all time

in the darkness there has been light
in the light there was darkness
yet consulting the inner voice
listening to the sultry at times and soft aged at others
the whisper told of truth none other sound could impart

forever is not how long she climbs
rather just a brief human life time
every now and then a song breaks loose from her lips
to be heard by the meadows and yes even quieted birds

freedom is being without fear of not being accepted

what is

even choices will not matter when the last step is reached

where then she looks and then she becomes
nothing more than aire

jump

In your Moon

 

The moon came through the open window
on an unexpected breeze
whilst I was sleeping.

It brushed the hair back from my face
then kissed me upon my forehead.
I smiled knowing you had sent it
as you have done ever since we parted.

In your moon
I slept
in peace.
Only touching my lips
to it,
as I awoke,
to send it back
to
You.

aberrant companions

My soul sometimes bleeds through sleep, leaving me bewildered with a wakefulness that was less about thoughts and more about deep penetrating feelings that left scars so very long ago one almost but never forgets nor forgot.

I just wished there were even one other soul buried inside one other human that I might connect with in silent understanding so that sitting with no spoken words was a deep presence desired by both.

Like a human who wishes to fly ~ this soul has turned ghostly white waiting for its release.

Perhaps in the mists or even the darkness I might find you to commune with whilst both of our souls remain encased in these human sarcophagi.

 

 

 

Pour another Ginger and Jack

Sit down upon the glider
surrounded by the coolness
of the late spring breeze
flowing through the open windows

Pull the music close
stare at the unfinished canvas
that begs for attention
getting only the distance of the mind
now lulled in peaceful contentment

She was far away
in the nearness of this day
remembering those times
when nothing interrupted
the joy of reflection that
now comes back to be
if only her eyes now could see
she came full circle
in silent reverie

 

Where did you go

Was I really so foolish

Thinking I had to let you go

Why did I not sit next to you

And wait forever and a day

 

 

hunger

She was an eager to please

quick to frustrate

little child.

 

She desperately needed

all the hugs

one could afford.

 

Her most expensive prize

was the patience

required.

 

The reward ~

her acceptance and

unconditional love.

 

 

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As an educator who now gets to move around

several schools and several school districts

some of the most deeply emotional experiences

are the encounters with the needy children

that cross all income lines

as well as all ages ~

all grades.

To me this is my current calling ~

being semi retired

it is less about the money

and more so about the needs of the students

as well as believing in each one of them.

Some people mistake me ~

simply becuz they have not

inquired more deeply of me

~ that somehow I have less than intents.

The fact is my heart does not allow me any less thans ~

it demands of me that

I care.

Perhaps the care is not the care someone else chooses

in actions or even in words

but I do not expect that anyone else

care the way I choose to care.

I just hope more

WILL

Care!!

Hunger is in more than nutrition to fill the belly.

Hunger is:

• the need for acceptance just as ‘I am’
• the need for someone else to BELIEVE in them
• the need to be seen as capable
• the need to love and be loved

 

Fill them up that their hearts will shine even when the darkness might fall

and stars might be too far away for brief times in a long journey.

They  will do “the right thing” as their heart is opened even when their face is grimaced

in anger and pain.

 

I do not for a moment give up even on my own although they may not like how I choose to express or to care ~ it is still the right thing my heart knows to do.   I was fortunate and I am humbly grateful that someone in my life when I was but a child BELIEVED in me and tended to my heart that the LOVE might shine no matter what.   I shall pass it on in quiet gratitude during the last days of this lovely journey called LIFE!

 

Feed the Being where the needs are shown.  LOVE no matter what!  Patience when they do not want you near ~ for their own journey is what is clear only to their own heart.

If I should die before I wake …

~ everything is exactly as it is supposed to be ~

 

The moment I realized that the entire process called life which was inextricably tied to death with birth not being a beginning but rather a marker…

Source: If I should die before I wake …

nde

for in that moment
as the body fell away
the spirit rose up
joining in the universal love
as like rain on a warm summer day
the rays of love fell down
upon heads, flowers, ground
washed anew to begin again
leaving behind the grime
of past times
rising into holy mists
the wonders of hearts
where universal love
always and forever exists
within you
within me
connected beyond
mere breathing
of flesh bound thoughts
torn back like flimsy curtains
to reveal the love
that has always been there
no matter what

mists now burned away
the brilliance of this
Universal Love
It was and is and will be forever
here to stay

 

peekz

 

 

from Jeremiah Johnson

“The way that you wander is the way that you choose,
The day that you tarry is the day that you lose.
Sunshine or thunder, a man will always wonder.
Where the fair wind blows.
An Indian says you search in vain for what you cannot find.
He says you’ll find a thousand ways for runnin’ down your time.
An Indian didn’t scream it, he said it in a song,
And he’s never been known to be wrong.
He’s never been known to be wrong.”

 

 

and then ……..

~ what comes from listening to my soul ~

My path is not yours
Your path not mine
All that we can do
Is have compassion
for me and you
where we come from
where we go to
our paths barely crossed
perhaps even a time times two
accept what cannot be changed
worry not what comes later
be concerned for now
which is really all we have
in the grand infinite soup
where the highest vibration
is the drumming of that one drum
Universal Love

 

 

 

she waits (revisited)

 

the tears welled up in her blue eyes

 

and as she tried to choke them back down in her throat

 

one salty one dribbled slowly down her weathered cheek

 

 

 

why so sad whispered the wind

 

yet the wind picked up faster to

 

 

move on without hearing an answer

 

 

 

 

I would like to be able to go to him right now and sit down and quietly ask ~ what now must we believe in when humans have trashed everything you lived for so many years ago?

 

If I hold onto the way things were I shall be lost among the leaves of old and the new shoots rapid growth as like a small little single grain of sand unknown by the eyes of the hu man.

 

If I adapt with the changes that are rapidly passing on interstates with no speeed limits then how do I continue the message that is the only truth I have known.

 

 

I think I am forced by the odd weather recently to stay inside out away from the severe cold for only this reason ~ to sit with myself and ask the questions and then wait patiently for the answers from ancient lips across million of billions of stars that lands softly upon my shoulder.   I must listen with all of me.  Listen with a serious quietness that holds spell bound and suspended any future and all told untold pasts.

 

 

The toughest lessons for me to learn are not behind me and will not be in front of me if I sit right here and listen carefully knowing that time is no longer and space is but in this capsule of this now.

 

 

Do not paint me in muddled greys as if I am a troubled soul for that would be erroneously depicted of a free flowing spirit that regards nothing but the now in premium colors of blue and reds that leak into each otjher and become the purples that run endless in no time and no space but for the brush of the artist on canvas who believes they can create.

 

 

I felt such turmoil when you disappeared and now that you are here ~ I am breathless as I await ~ wanting to know you more than I knew you in the deep autumns of the late.

 

If I lift my right index and middle finger to my lips then to kiss and wave them thus across your face will you know that I love you as no other love could for in this timelessness love alone mixes the colors of endless spaces criss crossing many universes to take us so many places.

 

I heard you across the many hills when you were a child like boy cry out from your heart for me ~ and I waited 6 times the ten that you might find me one moment again.

 

(Jan 2014)