when you get back,
i’m probably out there
staring and gazing
at the ocean
at the waves.
with my toes in the sand.
find me later
© r.e.l. 9/17/13
who are you anyway? are you the words or are they merely what comes out when trying to speak? there is no time to leave important words unsaid. i speak of eloquence.
inspirational times with comic undertones spark a tune in another. sometimes. but, truly, it’s all for you. you who deserve to be timeless and unforgotten. you are where my eyes open to receive what i’m waking up to now. i am here now because you were there and smiled and felt.
create. create all you can be. be creative. be daring. be you. i will walk with you, and you will walk with me.
but don’t forget to be balanced, be calm and be all that you should be behind the eyes of you. don’t tell anyone if you falter.
[This is part fourteen in my series. Part fifteen in my Behind the eyes of a writer™ series is next]
© r.e.l. 7/17/13
when you’re not looking, i’m a wave
when you are looking, your choice
now listen to an idea
that i’m about to tell you..
watch your body
it’s reading the river of your mind
© r.e.l. 10.22.12
Posted for 10/30/12-11/5/12 on Jingle Poetry
your path knows
i heard you say last night
while you were breathing
i vow now
to include you too,
little soul inside
i hear you
as honest as blood
it will happen
in the way it needs to
in the most unexpected
pass into the rite
© r.e.l. 6/4/12
image by by cricketw, Redbubble
you feel me?
see me? if not,
it’s ok. i’m still here…. for you
© r.e.l. 2/14/11
heart-rock spotted near pt. reyes lighthouse
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
always dreaming of another way to wrestle with time…
are you lost now in nothingness?
i thought you said you trust
the stepping stones you feel
with your barefeet, eyes closed.
you know that time hides behind thorns sometimes…
yet, i thrive
and live with its heartbeat
that never stops to lead its way.
stand still now, precious moment
you pierce me
lead me now to forever
© r.e.l. 12/28/10
**this post is for Thursday Poets Rally Week 36 (12/29-1/5/11) on Promising Poets
a smile can speak a thousand words
but it cannot calm a broken heart.
how do you talk to a heart
and tell it to live in the moment
to tell it it’s been broken for a reason?
it has no reasoning
how, after convincing it to open wide
to give itself to another
again going to a vulnerable place
this time because it’s safe
because the other expresses heart and soul,
how do you convince a heart
that its message is received, appreciated with love
but that demons have eaten it
because it was perfect exactly as it was?
how do you tell a heart that it’s ok
to stay open and surrender
when it can think of nothing else
but the last time you told it this
answering its prayers?
how do you tell it that
its karma was shared with another
so you did it no harm
trust me this time and surrender
sent to me from the stars
just your heart in exchange for mine
your soul for mine
to be a colony in which to become each other?
a heart is a star
but it can’t shine when it’s broken
broken because love brings up its brokenness
because it’s unknown how long it will take
to heal, if ever.
yet all a heart asks is
why do you walk away from something beautiful?
it does what you say though
and surrenders again…
feeling itself in everything
but still it all tells it the same,
that the heart it opened for
is still open
just hidden underneath
and that it should hang on.
© r.e.l. 2/9/08
featured on Love Bytes on redbubble
featured on Poetic License Series in may 2011
posted for Poetry Potluck 5/1-5/7/11 doubts, fear, inhibition, hesitation on Jingle Poetry
posted for Poetry Picnic 10/16-10/22/11 on Gooseberry Garden
submitted to Knuckle Sandwich Publishing
let me be heard.
you felt who i am.
so, i invited you in…
your innocent trust in true love.
and the spirit of the world always taking care of everything.
you came to me in any moment, as i closed my eyes.
i know you never wanted to leave my arms but, you see, don’t you? you were meant to. only you can lift the dark cloud that shadows you.
never will i forget how you heard the writing of my soul, evolving my spiral, to share with me your magical love.
i will always love you.
© r.e.l. 11/22/10
[photo by Cloo Potloot of Belgium]
don’t get me wrong
but your energy scares me…
in a way that finding something lost does, long forgotten
it wants me to see
you are the person i have been searching for
although a mirror to see myself
in the same moment…
but isn’t it true
that we all search for the person
who can allow us
to get closer to ourselves?
you seem anxious about the words
as if they make a difference
as if you don’t know that it’s the energy
i observe you silently
and i know you
please let me continue
© r.e.l. 11/12/10
Posted for Poetry Potluck week 18 (1/16-1/22/11) Languages, Signs and Symbols on Jingle Poetry
Why give the pebble such power over you. Do what you have to do to simply get past it so that you open the door to the next dream in your heart.
Pass all the pebbles in your path and you will find you have crossed the mountain.
It is as simple as you let it be. Trust that the unknown can guide you, if in it, you feel awe or fear of knowing the happiness you withhold from yourself.
Even in darkness you can find the pebbles that haunt you. Pick them up with your small hands and toss them aside, or transform them into something precious by thanking them for their lessons. Their lessons are your gifts.
Surrender to the dream you were meant to be.
[inspired by an unknown author]
© r.e.l. 10/16/10
Some yoga teachers and practitioners believe savasana is the most important pose in yoga, reflecting true peace as the culmination of your practice.
This final resting pose, otherwise known as Corpse Pose, truly is a pose in which to wrap the fruits of your labors or your joys of movement and love for your body.
After moving the precious prana within your body through movements that flow through you, twists that wring out toxins, and peaceful moments in between that take your breath away, savasana is a time to celebrate and smile within in stillness.
It’s a time to celebrate your life force that moves through you, that you may have a tendency to ignore as you move along in your busy day.
To the mind that is still, the whole universe surrenders. ~ Lao-Tzu ~
Savasana does not act alone. It is the end result of that which came before it. It is your consciousness in its pure state, which you can see most easily after clearing out impediments in the body, mind and heart, especially with a seasoned teacher who can lead you eloquently through it, in the right vibe.
In this way the meditative state created in the space becomes like a cloud that you can trust and call your own. As you wind down your practice in a true state of peace, your ending rest has the power to bring you to samadhi, the 8th limb of the Yoga Sutras of Patanjali.
Samadhi is a non-dualistic state of consciousness in which you become one with all that surrounds you, and all of your thoughts connected outside of yourself, in which the mind becomes still, concentrated on one point though the person remains conscious.
If you are lucky you will feel bathed in a purple light. The true art of savasana is to become as if a body floating in the ocean, weightless and free.
© r.e.l. 7/13/10
© r.e.l. 6/28/10
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
like the birds that wake
to the rising sun
they know it’s their time
a precious new start to living
i love you each day anew
but always feeling
timelessness of us
© r.e.l. 5/31/10
photo from Infinite Infinity
even if eyes on your words
can be a form of touch
you long for
you are precious
like a little seed in its bud
into a flower
all in good time…
© r.e.l. 5/28/10
inspired by my daughter
photo by Lori Tuttle
posted for Poetry Potluck 4/17-4/23/11 on Jingle Poetry