Your birthday

How can it be

Four years?

How dare the world go on?

The days keep passing,

Each one more empty,

Of you, my love.

How can your memory,

Still haunt my empty womb,

Still cause my beating heart,

To stop and stutter, stunned?

You are ever and ever and ever,

Within me.

Within each breath,

Within each tear,

Within my faltering smile.

You are here,

And will always be,

Despite the passage of time.

You are here, my love,

You are still here.

What is wisdom,

Without the admission of ignorance?

What is courage,

Without the admission of fear?

What is love,

Without the admission of hatred?

The dualistic world where we live,

Creates opposites,

Fooling us to fall,

Into confusion and fear.

And what is true?

It lies in the white matter,

The frontal lobes,

Divorced from the heart,

An entity of ignorance.

The animals have a secret,

Not having eaten of the Apple.

They do not linger,

In memories or dreams of the future,

But live breath to breath,

Without the plague of thinking.

Without the burden of suffering.

That is their grace,

Their freedom,

Which we are doomed to envy,

In this hallowed hall of thoughts

And self awareness.

Good people don’t

Good people need help sometimes.

Good people can get lost.

I know them,

I have listened to their stories.

Cosavo.

I listen and hear their pain.

If listening is all I can do,

Witnessing their loss and sorrow.

Perhaps that is enough.

I hope so.

For their voices need air,

And their stories need hearing,

So they know they are heard.

May it be so….

Your hand

I can see it now,

So clearly,

Your open hand,

Drawing me nearer,

Beckoning,

Inviting.

Unconditional love.

Remembered.

That bond,

Mother and son.

Drawn together,

With no thought of return.

You and I,

Together.

No worries of past or future.

Only now.

The perfect symbol

Of love and forgiveness.

Understood without words,

Given with no expectation.

A mother and child,

Nothing more beautiful,

Or perfect than this.

Such a gift.

From beyond.

So much gratitude

I can only tell you now..

Gone

Already gone

In futile despair.

Already lost

The days and nights

By your side.

The terror of not knowing how or when,

You would be stolen from my grasp.

From my trembling fingers.

Too late now.

Ashes all that remain.

And ashes all that lie ahead.

You, who gave me so much,

And nothing I could do to repay

Or make sense of your loss.

None of it matters now,

The days and nights by your side.

All that matters,

Is who I am now.

Endless giver, who stayed by your side…

It was a joy to be there for you.

And now you are gone.

My trials and sacrifices

Lost in the sands of time.

None of it matters.

For you are not here,

To witness, to feel the hand extended.

No, like everyone you are gone,

To a place I cannot reach.

Waiting, I hope,

For a reunion.

That will welcome me,

Some form of reunion,

That will bring peace and love,

That the mother is not forgotten.

Oh my love, how perfect our loss,

When joined in reunion.

We were once one.

We were once the beauty,

Of love and sacrifice.

Brought together by time,

And love,

And forgiveness.

The present moment

There is no future,

Nor past.

There is only the present moment.

It is here we are real.

Here we are anchored.

What happens later,

Is not known,

So cannot be forgotten or anticipated.

Pummeled,

By all that is.

Freedom lies in letting go,

Of hope, regret.

Only now,

In all of it’s terror,

In all of it’s beauty.

It is here we must live,

As seconds tick by,

And nothing else remains.

What is hell?

What is hell?
I feared the flames and torture,
As a child hearing our minister sermonize about it.
This alternated with the message,
Of unlimited love and acceptance,
From Jesus, God and the saints.
This always confused me.
And ultimately I abandoned God,
Who I felt had abandoned me.
But spirit always called to me.
That never stopped.
And it must come from somewhere.
Whether named or unnamed
Whether organized into a hierarchy,
Of priests and ministers,
Or found in the wonder of all we see,
The awe that even with all the damage,
Humans have inflicted on the earth,
That it is still reborn,
Resilient and ever new,
The waves and tides,
The storms thunder,
That shakes our very foundation.
The blessed seasons of birth, death,
And renewal.
The mystery, the unfathomable reach
Of time, of our universe.
And here we are, with our petty squabbles
And concerns.
Here we are,
The beings who can truly witness it,
And we throw that ability away.
Losing it in desire, greed, lust, boredom.
If we could just learn,
To sit, listening to the miracle
Of birdsong, the cries of a new baby of any species,

The sounds of mating foxes and lovers…
It is enormous,
And so little to ask of us,
To use these brilliant minds to look,
To cooperate, to find connection.
How do we climb out of hell?
With love,
With insight,
With becoming who we are truly meant to be,
Open and without an agenda.
Basking in the universal love,
That evolution has allowed us,
To see, hear, taste and feel.
What a miracle,
What an opportunity to return,
To who we really are….

Unburying

Why would I want to bury,

Whatever lives within this unique,

And beautiful form?

Imagine what mysteries might exist,

Woven from countless moments,

Of love and strength,

Of courage and fear?

Yes trauma, yes ecstasy,

Yes all of it, to create a singular soul,

None other than itself.

Think of the map that could be made,

At the awe and wonder at what makes up,

Any human life?

Think of YOUR photo here.

Of the wild, sweet child,

Who has grown,

Waiting for you expectantly,

Hoping to be found,

As you pour dirt over them,

Deny them.

Come, they sweetly beckon,

Sometimes plead.

Come, uncover me.

Let us discover together,

Our unbreakable bond,

And hold one another in compassion,

Rejoicing rather than rejecting,

The miracle that we are here,

On this earth,

In this moment,

On this Path.

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