Month: June 2015

Musings

Words come to me.
I willingly let them in,
all the way down,
to root me back into this Divine Experience called Life.

There’s something about Writing;
fingers playing with a string of Words,
hands desperately searching for just the Right Touch.

Then there’s Speaking your piece,
Words slip out of the mouth
glide over soft lips and land gently on another’s ear…

Words,
Come to Me.
I summon you this evening
under the sly smile of the Moon.
Carefully unravel The Mystery
Take me back to Divinity
This is my Prayer.

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Words Come
to Me!
From the Heavens in my Heart
to the sea in your eyes where your Soul resides
I send to you my Warmth.

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STAINED SENSES

White Sheets
Purple-blue night skies
A goblet of red,
Honoring the memory of you.

Under a mural of broken shadows I lay,
Listening to Oceano’s songs
Paco’s 6 guitar strings,
the 5th track:

For – …
:
.

Slender fingers carve your name in Space
Scratching more details to the surface,
Slowly
Your body’s shape emerges,
Your lightness is embedded on my mattress,
And now,
there is no rest for me in this place!

So I help myself to the thought of Another…
Is it wrong its not you I think of when I listen to our song?

Your warmth remains strapped to my bed.
That, I guard jealously.

It’s all I have left –
a single golden thread,

and that mysterious scent of yours.

STAINED SENSES

THEN AGAIN, MAYBE NOT

I want to know how my Writing makes you feel
Understand
The way Words Strung Together move across pages
   through your eyes
and deep into your gut
   Let your loins speak, Boy!
Rest assured, I will listen.

I am intrigued by your reception…
 Could there really be resonance in this happenstance of a connection?
So I draw myself close…
Enough to expose the darkest recesses of this Soul,
baring parts of me that have never stood in the spotlight.
This Show is exclusively for you, Honey.

I had forgotten what Being Seen feels like.
Your Witnessing breaks me open,
Your Attention has made me blossom,
and the Heart beneath my bosom – flutters.

Do you like what you see?
It sure seemed like it…
So now that you know where I’m coming from,
   why the sudden change with your signals and station?
I see no sign of you in the horizon.

I KNEW IT!
From the very beginning.
Mismatched frequencies that just so happened to collide
For a moment in Time, not even in Space.

I am grateful all the same.
You’ve changed the way my Songs are conceived;
how I’d like to be perceived, received.
   It’s still you I long for…
but not for much longer, I believe.

I miss your Presence.
I feel the distance.
And its now official…

This isn’t going anywhere but down.