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Joie De Vivre at The Art of Being you posted I Need to see Home in your Eyes.  It reminded me of something I wrote a long time ago about Home. So I went and dug it out. I have longed for something most of my life that I think can best be described as Home. It is a major theme in most deep spirituality.  It has been associated with people and places and things.  I think there are a few people we can share it with because they seek that too.  But in the end I think it is about discovering that the answer is not out there somewhere but in finding Home in ourselves.  Seek out these rare people who understand the Romance of the Beloved.

Someone asked me recently what “Home” referred to in the Michael Buble’ song.  They asked me “Where is Home?”

To me the answer was apparent and came as easily as remembering my own name.

I said, “Home is wherever She is.”  Geography, space, time, and circumstance is irrelevant.

Wherever He may wander, whatever His circumstance, His heart will forever turn toward Her.

Just as the compass will seek the North so too will He be drawn to Her.

She is Home.  She is rest.  She is the answer to the question of his spirit.

So when Michael sings of Home he sings of Her and to Her and from a place in Him that will only and can only be whole when He is with Her.

I know of which he sings.

He needs to breathe.

Many Shades of Gray – Spirit – Soul

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I raised my gaze to greet the early morning sky

It was shrouded in a cloak dappled in varying shades of gray

I could taste it, feel it’s presence hanging over me

I understood the interplay of black and white which hung over my world

 

The light, diffused in the many shades, but light nonetheless

Without the light finding its way through

There would be no gray, only darkness

That became my meditation and solace

 

As I rode along the black ribbon bordered in crimson

I remembered the rich light in which I had bathed

I ached for the bright light of you

And I felt the dark move to cover me in its blackness

 

The grey though, came to my aid, reminding me that light was still present

That the sun will indeed shine again

So with effort, casting off darkness’ pull

Focused on the light which had overcome

 

I feel the tare in me from missing you

My body, my soul rebels against your absence

And the nothing seeks to pull me into its lair

But I shall lift my head and seek the light

 

And the light is you

 

And just as another dawn will break bright and fair

So will time and circumstance bring me again into that fair land

Ruled and lit by the brightness shining in your eyes

The laughter flowing from your heart, and the sweetness of your soul

 

The distance is a terrible thing

But I am not without hope

I sit in this quiet place with you, if only in my heart

And your presence holds the hope of a coming sunrise.

 

Good morning Sunshine!

Looking at the Moon

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Full Moon Rite

I had not looked at Her in a while.  I did this evening.  She was still there.  Nothing had changed though.  I felt Her pull.  Guess its there whether I look or not.  As I gazed at Her I remembered my favorite moon song.  I will play it for Her. It is perfect.  It is magic.  Makes me wish I could write.  Be Groovy!

For the Love of Me

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It's Cinderella's castle!

Upon awakening I sought Her

My mind raced back along the paths that She walks in me

She comes to me from the place of dreams and we walked together there

She teaches me, though I am most foolish and slow to understand

When I am unfaithful she cruelly chastises, for the love of me

I am so easily distracted and forgetful and quickly lose my way but

“I came to this earth so that I could find my way back to my Beloved.”

She is patient and She is kind and She is long-suffering , for the love of me

Foolish man, remember your purpose, let go of all that is Not and make room for Her

She is all that you seek and you will never rest until you find your rest in Her

All the wonders that you seek lay waiting for you, there inside Her castle

As I read this to myself I was struck that it is a poetic version of something I wrote a bit ago.  If you have any interest in a more detailed and prose version see The Princess and the Dragonfly.  The audio is coming when I finally get back home.

My friend Next Step to Nirvana has allowed me to play.  She has written If Only You hadn’t Departed and asked me to write along following these rules.  Go visit her.  She has written some excellent poetry of late and has been kind to me.  I am going to ask my Dragonfly buddy to play.  The Lady Calen at Impromptu Promptings is someone you should endeavor to know.  Your life will be enriched.

You only have to link back to my blog and add your poem on your blog, making sure to include:
~The word “Love”, at least once.
~At least one adverb.
~At least one quote or motto, marked by quotation marks.

 

Specters in the Dark (Audio)

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A cry, a soundless wail in the distance

Calls, seeking relief, redress

Images, memories emerge, awaken

Wanting to enter

Wraith at the horizon, the boundary of vision

Treads, leaving no prints except those familiar pathways in my soul

I grieve the dead

I mourn the now cold life that was

Ought is now not and haunts me still

But what have I do to with specters in the dark

Except, breathless, trembling I turn

Knowing the wraith is me

Weeping alone there in the shadows