Romance

Glorious Destruction (Audio)

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Can I discover the beauty of you O my Soul?

By what way should I travel in my search?

Some said that if I could merely glimpse you I could rest from my wanderings.

I could be sustained by the glory of you.

The sweetness of your breath, the curve and shape of you, the music of your laughter and the light in your beautiful eyes.

They say before you I will die and be reborn at once.

You the object of my desire, where is your habitation?

I have known you from before forever.

You haunt my dreams.

You lie just outside my waking consciousness.

You have been the force, the pull, that restless hunger in me.

I am dry and barren and almost done.  I need to drink from Your spring that I may live.

I weep wanting you.  But the few tears I have left merely fall and disappear into the dust at my feet.

And my longings may very well break my heart.

But I would joyfully welcome the shattering of myself upon you that I might be pieced back together a better man.

Like a great clipper ship of old I long to crash on to your shores and be broken.

Guide me to that glorious destruction that I might be remade in You.

Home

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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.

Oceans (where feet may fail) – Reposted for a Friend

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Perhaps it is that when one feels washed overboard, afraid, exhausted, and without a raft there is something in the depths of grace for us there.  Perhaps the raft is what keeps us from knowing.  Blessings, sweetness, and understanding that you are not alone.

Whatever flavor of spirituality that you may tend toward there is a depth and beauty in this.  All poetry is metaphor anyway.  Hold them lightly or risk their death.  Where there is beauty there is the perfume of truth.  It resonated with my soul from that place in me that is too deep for words.  It allowed me to weep.  That is a good gift for a hardened sometimes stupid man like me. 🙂  Maybe my chakra thingy is better for it.  Blessings on your quest for the One who is beyond all metaphor.

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!