Monthly Archives: November 2015

“By Sight”

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We know all things we love, if only by sight….objects of affection, concrete symbols our eyes recognize and adore

A face of a beloved, cherished one, a comforting flame, a golden glow radiating love across the bright blue forever

A hand that holds on, in sickness and in health, not letting go however hard it is to help and allow you to heal

Eyes saying hello, smiling excitement when they see you, twinkling when they recognize your smile, even though the miles between are great and expansive

A road taken, one known and explored, a sight softening your inner core, your weary bones, taking you home, a peace sign up ahead beckons you towards your destiny

A marvelous tree, knowing all, seeing you, in times of joy and worry, standing tall, a guide towards clarity and understanding, roots holding on to you as you navigate and adjust to the incarnation of love

A magnificent sky, adorned with jewels of moonstone, silver connections, grateful and believable, a blanket of the divine goodness for all to experience, a reminder of spirit, as hope floats on to another time and place

A monarch butterfly, a symbol of rebirth, of surrender, of possibilities, surrounded by sunlit hearts, mirroring yours and mine

We know all things we love, if only by sight, our eyes allow us to feel despite the distance, our hearts attached to something broader and heavier, an anchor… a journey worth the ride

Love and Light, M

“Salt”

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I don’t accept this world as given
As done, finished
As tied up in a perfect reflection of what we thought it was

It’s a gift we continue to open
It’s a door we continue to shut
It’s a window into the future, cracked open, just enough

A masterpiece not yet created sits inside of me

As artisans, challenging days fuel our creations
As believers, our faith fuels our misgivings and doubts

Salt hits the wound
As the poem of my heart comes out
Into a brutal world
Yet the only one I see is captivating

Crazy beautiful, that day was crazy beautiful
“sending crazy beautiful love and photos” …. sent to the other side
Despite my doubts
It will always be crazy beautiful, to me

That salt, it doesn’t serve me anymore
Sweet sugar in my veins weakens the sting
My poem becomes my legacy, a documentation of my inner world

As the whipping November air reaches in, it tries to close a salty wound
Salt from the lake will remain next to my heart, I will visit it again
Next time, empowered
Next time, ready

It’s not a given, that our time is limited

My masterpiece awaits me
My faith, my gifts, are not yours

They are mine
I will remember, next time I visit the salty wound

Love and Light, M

11/11 @ 11:11 a.m.

 

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In the foggy mist, hangs a feeling

A mourning
A desperate plea

It hangs among stark tattered branches

A crippling realization
That love is not enough
Unless it’s for yourself

Then it’s everything

Lost in the fog
Misplaced devotion

Unrealistic idolizations

Your mourning
Your desperate plea, changes you

In foggy mist, a hanging feeling begins to lift, with a coming day

Clear, stark tattered branches
They love you, unconditionally
They ask you to love yourself, unconditionally

You lift with the fog, your mourning subsides, your desperate plea answered

A careless answer, unknowingly given

You listened and heard

You are loved, by you

Love and Light, M

Against the golden maple’s glow, the wintering forest prepares us for another day to redeem ourselves, to open our hearts to one another, to forgive, to grant mercy for ourselves and each other.

Of all the mercies bestowed upon us, the greatest one could be the golden rich sunlight at dusk, allowing us to bask in the glory of that day, the only one we’ve ever truly lived. A moment when we see, understand and appreciate the sight of the setting sun behind the falling November leaves. Only then we realize that the day we were given was the most important one by far. It wasn’t yesterday, it isn’t tomorrow, it was today.

Be grateful for the mercies given to you, by a friend or a foe, a stranger or a lover. Be grateful to those you have mistreated….they have forgiven you for your wrongdoings, they have sent blessings to you from a distance, they send blessings as they hold your hand, even after you committed a hurtful act against them. Our morals are ours alone to witness and own. Be grateful to those who elevate above your actions and forgive.