The Opening

In this sacred space
your voice,
calm and wise
transported by a breeze,
infiltrates my thoughts.

I feel your soul
align with mine
and answers
are revealed

~Everyone is afraid~

there is fear enough in this world,
but, to love in the face of fear,
despite the obstacles,
come what may,
is the greatest gift our hearts will know

To open hands,
allowing love to land,
rest,
knowing the slightest breeze
could carry it away,
is strength unmatched

to love in the
middle of a
storm of vulnerability
is true beauty

in this spirit,
giving freely,
without expectations
I open to you....

I open because:
"I want to unfold
nowhere do I want to remain folded,
because where I am bent and folded,
there I am a lie
and I want my meaning true for you"

There are no happy endings
in sight
pain is
a certainty...
but possibility
outweighs fear and risk

I don't want to give up a chance
so precious and rare
to intimately know you...

heart, mind, body
long to become
inextricably
tangled up in you...

knowing in the midst
of chaos
beauty is born.

I want this season of emptiness
to come to an end.

I want to write the stanzas
of your luminous soul
and illustrate your
meaning.

I want to be
the mirror
which reflects
the majestic wonder
that is you.

You, with the sparks in your eyes-
daring me to gaze
my facade crumbling...
daring me not to fall

You, who speaks this
foreign language
of my soul
so fluently...

I fail miserably.

I just can't figure out
how to not love you.

So, it begins...
this pilgrimage
to unknown territory

the journey I knew would come..
arriving in the midst
of a thousand star-kissed
raindrops

showering me with Hope,
giving shelter in the arms of the storm,
birthing possibilities....

I offer my hand,
ready for you
to lead us
through these
foreign lands.





*Italicized text from Rilke's 'I am much too alone in this world..'

Improbable Odds

You've been caught
in the game
so long now,
pushing memories aside..
forcing amnesia

With steel blue eyes
you scan the crowd--

48 pairs of legs
a dozen heart-shaped asses
twenty silicon filled breasts
5 who have viable grey matter--

none with viable hearts.

I stand outside
in cloak of night
riddled with imperfections
peering through the
smudged pain,
watching as the wheels
of a beautiful mind spin

My heart captures the moment
with crystal clarity
I open,
as a dozen fireflies escape
glowing brightly,
my hiding place exposed,

you glance towards the window
our eyes meet,
hold...............

a sigh escapes your lips,
you turn away
making your choice--
a blonde towards the front

you mentally calculate...
"4 out of 5 ain't bad"

I close my shutters,
fireflies scatter
and I walk into
darkness once more.