yes, on me.
you see me now
under waves of light?
i thought it was dark
© r.e.l. 11/5/11
image by s i m s h a
Posted for Poetry Picnic 11/6-11/13/11 on Gooseberry Garden
that you are,
to a place
live in a circle
© r.e.l. 11/1/11
image by simeon’s clay art
Posted for Thursday Poet’s Rally 11/3-11/9/11 on the Poetry Palace
dusty ashes, long ago speaking
of time gone by
on beaches with no name
when in the end
what i really want to know is
am i worth it?
© r.e.l. 7/5/11
Posted for Poetry Potluck 7/3-7/9/11 on Jingle Poetry
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to fill every gap
with each perfect
to be full
in your deep
as the covers of me
© r.e.l. 3/31/11
inspired by kundalini energy, induced by hatha yoga
posted for The Thursday Post on Ethereal Heights
Posted for Poetry Potluck 4/3-4/9/11 on Jingle Poetry
tell me how you do it
as a mystery
i asked for long ago
i prefer no answer
because i know you
are not done yet
telling the truth
and are as honest
as the way
when i first knew
in that fine moment
that with you
how could you not
be a secret…
you sighed through the sky
and i heard you say that
i’m still here
you are priceless
© r.e.l. 2/2/11
image “Lamp” by dab
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Posted for Poetry Potluck week 21 (2/6-2/12/11)-Aims, Goals, Ambitions on Jingle Poetry
that you are
the eclipse of you
opening the door
to my breath that lies floating now
lost in the raindrops of
knowing the cracks
in the spaces of us
tell a story we have yet to know
touched by the gap between inhaling and
remembering that you
do not leak out of my life
forever in a moment…
© r.e.l. 1/2/11
painting ‘Light Coming into the Cave’ by yvonca
**this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 17 Journey and The Road Ahead (1/9/11-1/15/11) on Jingle Poetry
Received Kreativ Blogger Award from Jingle Poetry
I am now facing my fears… going off the edge to find myself in the depth of who I am. If I am bold enough and I don’t turn back, this action will set me free.
In the dark shadows, I might sail through my depths as if a dream and find the silence I need in order to find the keys I have searched for all my life. The best stuff is at the very bottom.
More conspicuous and offset against the darkness, the gems and secrets will be easier to see or feel. Sometimes they will shine with luminosity like a beacon, and they have my name on them!
Maybe the bottom is a bed of soft sand which I can dig my bare feet into and feel rooted in myself like never before. I can call it the ground of my soul. To touch this part of me is to release all that I previously imagined was hidden.
It will then transform itself, no longer in the dark, if I invite it to be a part of my waking, conscious being.
Freedom lies in moving into those places that scare us most. We hold those fears not only in our unconscious minds; they show up in one form or another in our bodies.
I intend to isolate the manifestation of my fears as they disguise themselves and ail me with tension. Like an instinctual animal would, I will shake it off to get it out of me.
I will not let the ailment which arises define who I am. My blood, or my chi (Chinese medicine), should move freely and uninhibited as it bathes me with its life force.
Yoga and meditation help me. Yoga nidra is a guided visualization that takes one into the state of “wakeful” deep sleep. It is a sleep-like state that includes relaxation as well as the psychology of dream, sleep and yoga. This was a helpful guide to me just today.
© r.e.l. 9/6/10
Inspired by freediver Guillaume Nery and an amazing yoga class I just took today.
what is perfect?
what does it mean?
perfect feeling in your heart?
perfect smile on the face of the person looking
perfect light of the sun shining down upon you?
how about a perfect moment.
that is what i had.
© r.e.l. 7/26/10
Picking up where I left off in my article on an inquiry into your nature…
The idea of participatory spirituality has some more juice in me at the moment. First, I’ve been on a tangent speaking of shyness and opening up about my true expression. As if in a bit of a conundrum, I go back and forth in my life between befriending stillness and befriending the gems inside me that I can only get to by stirring up the darkness to see what’s lurking beneath that surface.
From the words of a song, “I swear that I can feel you creeping underneath my skin. It feels like heaven to me sometimes.” The feeling is all-encompassing. There is a quality of light within the dark — a yin/yang. The love is what I feel.
I can feel a side of me inside reaching out for expression, asking gently to not vaporize the energy of the expression into an emptiness, thereby bypassing it all together. It is telling me that there is much to be learned in feeling this darkness that I hide within the armor I’ve built like a child building a sand castle.
Sand is a good metaphor for this armor. It is made of rock, symbolizing strength. After many years of weather it can harden to an impenetrable substance, but if air continually moves through the tiny spaces (e.g., breath) between each grain, the wall can easily be knocked down in its softness. A simple symbolic hand can do the trick with one violent strike. Alternatively, I could douse it with my watery essence in a waterfall, or a slow drip to eat away at it slowly.
A soothing Italian proverb leads the way in my life now: “Chi va piano va sano va lontano. Chi va forte va alla morte.” Who goes slowly, goes healthy and far. Who goes fast, goes faster to death.
Taking time with the precious gems is most important. They have been in the dark so long, so once they see the light do I expect them to acclimate immediately? Give them time to adjust and evolve to become one with me again in their new form, with light shone upon them.
If I do they will become like a dream that I’ve always imagined but could never reach. Not until now at least.
© r.e.l. 6/23/10
I appreciate many forms of life: people, viewpoints, spirituality, yoga, words. I notice that it is common for people to tag a style of being in the world, which then closes them off to other inspirations that could come spontaneously, from afar, from within, or sometimes right in front of their own face.
There is a misty quality to knowing you are on the right path, regardless of the unknown.
I follow the mist……..
There are as many ways to grow and evolve as to be uncountable. We all have our own way, and to follow another’s way is to not fully engage with your own inner guidance. I am influenced by many modes of thought but always, in the end, I follow my own truth.
listen my love,
illumination is eternal.
now is always evolving.
as there are billions of stars,
there are billions of steps.
as there are billions of souls,
there are billions of ways to grow.
In fact, my yoga practice has taught me this as well. With my many experiences with yoga styles and traditions, in the end I most enjoy the vinyasa flow style which allows me to organically lead myself to where I’m headed in that moment. This leads me to my own way of growing.
I listen to my body as I would music, as I move and unlock the secret messages hidden within the spaces of my being.
I am listening now. It whispers to me that the answer is to keep listening.
© r.e.l. 6/19/10
in my mind
i see much that is false
but when your light
shines upon me, upon you
like a star, étoile brillante
the false, the imprisoned
and all that remains is
that which is authentic
the unbelievable truth…
look through the window,
detects only that which
can survive the darkest days
it removes the rest
leaving us with
all that we dreamed
to see the end, look at the beginning
it whispers to you
–>> remember us.
© r.e.l. 6/13/10