I am thirsty.

I am thirsty.

My love, my love, I do love thee.

You are the strength in my bones,
the stretch in my skin,
harnessing in this fire
is your well of water.

I drink from it,
taste and quenched,
I am not.
I am thirsty, for you.

*from a collection of valentine's day poems i wrote this past lovers' day.

think about it.

think about it.

why is it
that sometimes,
many times,
often ...
people try to
restrict you?

don't want to
see you
do well
or be happy.

they like to keep you
in a little bitty box,
nice
and
tidy
and
square.

so,
they can always
know exactly
what THEY THINK
you are.

think about it.

say what you need to say

say what you need to say

i feel lost and free
and bundled into knots
my hair is wild
and likes to run
but, somehow,
keeps getting forced
into tiny black
rubber bands.

restricted,
keep it tame
keep it slicked back
and manageable,
free from imperfections
or ideas that it
can be free.

others won't like that,
only... they would,
they do
they want to do that
but won't
so they want to
keep you there too.

pull that hair back, woman.
follow the crowd
over there ...

or

just let it run wild.

i see your light.

i see your light.

in the midst of shadows, i see your light.

it's wrapped up, coiled within
bends and folds of the rays.
that slight, thin line
of pure white
is all i can focus on
because all the black
just fades away
into nothingness.

pushing

pushing

fellow countrymen, led me your ear.

we are here
in this day and age
turning our wheels
churning our goods

burning muffins
cooking time
the smoke will pass
up through the chimney

pushing art towards
my fingertips
does it happen
so easy
or do i have to
riddle and rhyme?

silence in this life

silence in this life

twas the moment i once told you
life had no beginning, it sat still,
sat waiting for combustion of truth ...
in the light,
it sang it's melodies
of riversides, mountains
people and movement
in the dark it waited
quietly...
it had no beginning,
no end is coming
it sits still in all eternity
travels with speed of light
and both
are same in form.

at once grab your candle,
at once sit still in night,
know you are
constantly moving,
know the silence
in this life.

definition of happiness 2004 exercise

definition of happiness 2004 exercise

in 2004 i wrote:

(1) write your definition of happiness.

emerging yourself into the life within you and around you.  enjoying every second for what it is.  giving more.  wanting less.  forgiving with ease.  no anger.  immersed in love, with love.  loving the skin you are in.  gratitude for everything.  meeting new people.  going new places.  not being afraid.  not worrying.  excellent relationships.  fabulous communication.

(2) list people, possessions, achievements and events you thought would bring you happiness, but haven't.  what was the false promise in each?

i thought certain people, at certain times (in certain circumstances) would make me happy... would help complete me.  and yet, as they enhance me on my journey, no other completes me in the way i seek.  it is within myself, with God, within the understanding of being.  it is much deeper than any person would allow you to think.  it is all within, but yet, outside sources can support or discourage, which undeniably (at times) makes a difference in self-realization.

**still sounds good to me 8 years later!  i love finding old journal entries.

i had to follow.

i had to follow.

i followed it down and into the hole

it wasn't heavy or mellow 

or round or yellow

but it bounced and i felt it 

go 

and i had to follow.

on a street corner

on a street corner

on a street corner
cars pass by
people walk
a stranger catches my eye
i see a child
holding a father's hand
i hear the birds
singing their songs
car's engines
pushing the limit
lights turn green
others turn red
people slow
and people go
a cycle in every second
intersections crossed
circles looped
a grid is formed
and a space is defined
a movement follows
a pace is set
destinations are in sight

movement frees
my silly heart
grasping a time or two
of rest.

we are the difference.

we are the difference.

what if in the planned routines of our life, the times we plan to make a difference, we didn't.  but maybe it's the in-between seconds, that we undeniably set a course of passion and, then, in those exact times, we make the difference.  we are the difference.