I am both older and younger
all at once
and you
the most hoped for dream
to hold you in my arms
in night time visions of big blue eyes
or bold brown ones
yellow hair or brown
it matters not
I keep the unknown corners of your smile
swaddled in the recess
of my every thought
A part of her energy
as we sent
bade the stars enjoy the sunshine’s glint
Taught the cellular earth to relax and breathe
brought the cosmotic canvas to its knees
Glazed the germ of sand, which into oceans quench
She played a trance-filled whippoorwill safety wench
Trumpeted the sloth in its uphill climb
Formed the bridge into a mother-peace lake, sublime
She swam without shame in moonlight’s glove
Floating over the membrane of cerebral love
The perfect summer day
Swimming
Dancing
Playing
in a gentle gale,
Love’s musical dove-shaped fairy tale
Falls into my lap
and plays me well
The Beautifuls
You helped them leap into hearts!
Lover of the beloveds
they all class this place
Making us seem evolved
We got to be lovely
I’ll play something…
they can hear in their DREAMS!
Roy played
we talked
I cried
Resident said
I talk to your mother all the time…
Don’t do anything to hurt yourself
My idealized dream mind
imagined she saw
or knew
or connected to the realms
on the inside
It was a marvelous bit of synchronicity
I remember driving
and after I left
school was cancelled
I almost ran into a building
but steered my wheels to the right
cushioned by foamy snow
Under my violin
it melted
I kept playing
listening
the snow never kept me inside
glistening
I remember driving
and after I left
We all went home
Joy is in knowing
We are a process evolving
My heart is a hearth
extending itself into the source of your fire
You translate my love
into a language that can safely
be spoken
This is not just a token
act on your part
consciousness aside
you embody me
I rest in you
You play me
They love you
Betty Sue
God and I sing a song
through you
The word violin
wrapped up in her name
as within a cocoon
Silk
She could tell you her life’s story
and make it sound
so painfully raw
you wanted to inhabit it
to feel her talent in your veins
She knew Lenny
well enough
to call him that
and played under his
conduction
like a bee
following a bat
Her stinging lack of diplomacy
telling me
“You’ll never play like that”
She was a gorgeous
sufferer
This Christmas
I would like good relationships
with extended family members…
Oh, right, I have that.
How about some goals and plans and new hobbies?
Hey, I’m dancing, blogging, painting, singing…
Yah, I’m good there.
How about rewarding work?
Um, yes, I’m teaching music; I love that; I love kids.
It would be nice to have a lot of friends
from different walks of life,
friendly relationships,
men and women;
Check!
Well, there are still those Debbie-Downer moments…
but I also have the mp3’s my son downloaded
on my phone so that I could jam while I drive
or the laughs I share
with another son
on the way to his school
or the music
philosophy
and synchronicity I enjoy
with my OTHER son.
So if my husband and I could just
connect and understand each other a little more…
if we could just spend some time
apart
in different situations
living life
and getting together
while we immensely enjoy
getting to know each other
over and over again…
Wow!
I have that too.
There’s very few things that I don’t have
so few
that even if something could be missing
it’s just not! 🙂
From numbness to abyss
Cyclic
you take my spirit hand
abandoning can’t
In expansive
circular
empty
authentic trance
we dance
I’m more Mary than Martha. Most of the time, the Lord is saying, “You could do the dishes, you know?” I am usually all for meditating, writing, praying, reading poetry, and other Mary-type stuff. Today I was blessed for being Martha.
I run my own music teaching service in my home. I love doing it. We had a recital today that went wonderfully.
I took the time to visit with my families instead of immediately cleaning up while they were all visiting. As a result, I ended up staying longer and doing a great bit of cleaning up by myself when most were already gone.
I finished getting everything back into place, and then locked myself out of the church, having forgotten to turn off the lights in one portion of the building.
I knocked on the stained-glass window, once, then twice. Someone came and let me back in and I shut off the lights.
As I was coming back out and heading to my car, a friend drove up. She thought she might catch me there. If I had not taken so long, I would not have met her there. She had an ointment for my poison ivy, and I had some books to give her.
Because I stayed and visited with my families, it took longer for me to leave, but it was worth it. I found out that I can do a lot on my own and feel fine about it. God’s perfect timing and my friend to the rescue were great rewards for my non-complaining Martha-ness. I feel I am on the verge of a very nice Martha/Mary mix.
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