Thursday, June 24, 2010

girl vs. God: Part Four

girl: There you are.
God: Here I am.
girl: I haven't seen you in a while. Where have you been?
God: Right here.
girl: Sometimes it doesn't feel that way.
God: But that doesn't make it so.
girl: I have questions.
God: I'm not surprised.
girl: I'm confused.
God: I would be too.
girl: Can you help me?
God: Listen...
girl: yes?
God: Be still.
girl: "Be still and know that I am God?"
God: No, be still because you're fidgeting.
girl: Ah. Sorry.
God: You are getting stronger every day, you know.
girl: Yes.
God: Are you ready for what is next?
girl: I am.
God: Yes, you are.  Listen and you will hear the answers you seek.
girl: Ok but while you're here, I do have one question....
God: No. I will not give you the winning lottery numbers.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

The River Child


I swam in your river,
inhaled your waters,
followed your currents.
ebb and flow
flow and ebb
I dreamed of a day when
our rivers would
meet in a great rush of
rapture,
divine torrents,
belated
ecstasy.
warm and cold
cold and warm
Then, the snow 
melted and I was caught
in a deluge of illusion
by your confusion,
drowning in a tide
of rejection,
gasping,
clinging,
until finally,
acceptance.
Floating,
free
I saw the shore,
then my feet
touched the sand.
dripping
dripping
dripping
joy and sorrow
sorrow
and
joy
and
joy
and
joy.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

A Riot in the Heart

"I will have poetry in my life.
And adventure.
And love.
Love above all.
Not the artful postures of love,
not playful games of love
for the amusement of an evening,
but love that over-throws life.
Unbiddable, ungovernable - like a riot in the heart."
-From the movie "Shakespeare in Love." 
TO SETTLE FOR ANYTHING LESS IS A CRIME AGAINST YOUR OWN HEART.

Monday, June 14, 2010

A Splinter in the Sand

I left it on the beach
the tormented sorrow in
shadows hiding
a splinter buried deep
with toxins seeping.
I left it on the beach
the sea to take and
bleach with time its
cruel skeleton a
dead weapon of
intravenous grief.
I left it on the beach
and filled the hole
it left behind with
laughter and tears
and honest reckoning
with the hopeful innocence
of a brand new day.

I left it on the beach
and found myself, again.

Tuesday, June 08, 2010

The Dream

You dance in the meadow
of my heart
where the Aspens shimmer in
a perfect breeze and
the mountains wake from
their long winter sleep
whispering
in the silence of
my deepest, secret dreams.

I meet you there
underneath the alpine sky
fingers like jasmine, intertwine
we dance together
lost in perfection
while the summer lightening
illuminates
truth and music
in the echo of
stillness that is
infinite as the universe.

Here, time finds no reason to
divide us
where the Columbine grows
in purple ribbons along
the folds of rock
immortal
and the wind carries
a melody only we can hear.

No longer lost
here, I am home.