Photo-journaling

Remembering Past Lives & Loves

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I used to drink alone.
Single, with everyone else partnered except me.

Later taken, my boy stayed home while I partied the nights away.
That didn’t work out, of course.

So I traveled across the open sea,
but not before reaching the height of the heavens with fiery flings,
and other such things.

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On this land, there were those that danced their way into my heart.
In the desert, on the hillside.

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Yet it was the Waters that brought me a great love.
This One’s fear and doubt tore us apart.
So accustomed he had grown to my presence, he came running back into my arms.

Silly me for letting him back in
Again
And again.
No more…no more!

here comes the sun

Nearly a decade now on this side of the Pacific,
who would’ve thought I would be reunited with magic?

And yet, no matter how much of it there is,
stories don’t always have a fairy tale ending.
Heart weary, it is now all a blur.

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The only thing that’s clear is the sight of what lies ahead.

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I have not forgotten

This Daily Inspirational Message was originally sent out on June 24th 2013.

I remember it as one of the most synchronistic days of my Life.
A day of small-talk with The One who took the original photograph (Chamela, Mexico, circa 2007).
A day when questions arose, confessions were made, and a passion was re-kindled.

DSC01185This photo was taken from Love, he said…

But what is Love?

Back in the desert, he taught me that Love is Respectful, and Love is Free.

Because it is without need, it seeks to take nothing not freely given. It seeks to hold nothing not wishing to be held. It seeks to give nothing not joyously welcomed…Love is that which is free, for freedom is the essence of what God is, and love is God, expressed.

– Neale Donald Walsh, Friendship with God

Indeed.

Even if you have come and gone,
again…

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I have not forgotten.

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Midnight in Paris

Finally saw the movie after buying the DVD forever ago.

So funny. So true. So Woody Allen…
The can-can scene made me cry.

The book that Gil Bender (Owen Wilson) wrote may or may not have been a hit, but his book’s character should be able to get this one…

 

One day,

when the rain pours down in Paris

I shall find solace

in a dusty, old nostalgia shop.

I will find you,

again

As I did in the desert

many Lifetimes ago.

Don’t worry…

You’ll know its Me,

as You did

when I first Touched You.

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You’ll know…

I promise.

My Loving is unmistakable.

You’ll know.

 

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a long overdue announcement

I’m not exactly sure why…but I had not shared in This Space (WordPress) that an anthology of poems featuring some of my work is now available in print (in e-book format too).

 

I know…this is big, right? So why had I not flooded all my Noospheric (anything that is on the internet) profiles with this little bit of news?

 

Again, I’m not sure…perhaps because of some evil + belittling voice inside my head saying its no big deal, so why bother? Or because there was another voice saying you’ve already posted it on Facebook and gotten a bunch of likes, so why bother? Or maybe because I felt like I had to be a more experienced WordPress blogger + had to grow my “following” first before saying anything (this blog is only 7 months old). O brother…talk about false humility! :S

 

The funny thing is that

Here,

in this Space,

through this blog,

is where I feel I can actually Be Me,

Pour my Heart out,

Bare my Soul,

(see About page)

 And yet…

and yet…

I had not shared the most unbelievable + beautiful + synchronistic thing that has happened to me ever since I actually start this blog! (I chanced upon the call for poetry submissions browsing through another blog.)

 

But…thanks to this prompt…I am growing some balls (excuse the language…but I Am just Being Me, Here), opening my Heart + baring a little bit more of my Soul…through this post.

 

And so…without further ado…I give you…

 

Poems from Conflicted Hearts. An Anthology.

PFCH

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