Monday, November 7, 2011

Fall or Full

sensatory


whats life,
                      but a strand of moments

                                    hurled benign,
                                                              past freedom

                                                                        into psyches of indifference
                                                                                                                      & fathom

some radiate like epicenters
                                    of the quakes that shift our lives
                                                                                    in all kinds of directions

                        have you loved?
                                    have you loved with all you are?


complete vulnerability


has your heart ever become naked in front of another?

                        does your heart speak this language?

                                                have you lost the form of this love?

have you said good-byes to people, places & things you didn't want to leave?
                                                                                                                             but had to
           
            versions of yourself you had to discard to grow deeper,
                                                even though the past of you wanted to come too
                                                                                                                            & they beg

            for life is not a carousel of the fantasies we dream of
                                    and living to be happy-
                                                            is living a half-life

as its pain, loss, & toil where we crumble
                                                              & blossom again

                        sometimes its in our pieces we find our power
                                                                        its our weaknesses- that build us strong

to access life,
                    is to access living

                                                            to live full
                                                                             is to ride wildly

                                    for streams lead to rivers
                                                                              which hit dams
                                                                                                     & freeze in winters
           
            but all waters must reach the ocean
                                                                     where the salts may purify them
                                                                                                                      again & again

to your body-
                      be kind
                                                to your mind-           
                                                                      you already know

                        for your heart-
                                                trust, please trust
                                                                             i trust you

& to the part of you that exist in eternity
                                                                    the part of you on loan from God
                                    your soul-
                                                            live wildly
                                                                                       live richly
           
            hurt deeply when it hurts

                                                cry over & over again
                                                                                    if you must

for tears are the antiseptic
                                           for the wounds we don't see

                                                                                    may pain force more life
                                                                                                                             from you

                        may sorrows squeeze you to your depths

& may anger, Rage;
                               the knights and armoured horseman
                                                                                   
                                                whom guard the hurts-
                                                                                      battle until the wars are done.

            for those of us who have lived
                                                we know its many Journeys
                                                                                    across the deserts of
                                                                                                        lonesome burdens
                                                                                                                                   
             before
                        the paradise of self-love appears

                        For to be Full
                                                is to live-
                                                                        for it all

                                                                                    to be full is to accept
                                                                                                                        it all

            for every wound is a
                                                call to grow deeper

                                                                        & every hurt
                                                                                            is summoning
                                                                                                                   you closer                                                                                                                                                (come)
                        seek not only joys
                                                    & the sweet delicacies of life

            for to be Full
                                 is to be whole
                                                            & to be whole
                                                                                                                       
                                                                                                            is to Live.

            May you live flawlessly
                                                   amoungst the treasures of life

                                                                        & sail the winds between
                                                                                                                 the groves
                                                                                                                                  & Love,

Love in eternity




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