time stopped thru raindrops
when time stops
through raindrops
i’ll know you are
here
with me
touching me
with your unknown
as silence will be shattered with speech, in small droplets
as it is, as it will be, as it always has been…
© r.e.l. 6/19/12
image by simeon schatz
rapid on rock
there between it
iconic
flows of it, and that
reflectively
gravity feeds on passion
stand with roots
gifts are alive
now
soulingly bubbling
without care of resistance
water quenches life
stones allows it to dry out
if some insides know the outsides do too.
know
life
© simsha 2012
Posted for Poetry Picnic 5/6-5/13/12 on Gooseberry Garden
as vibration stills
as vibration stills itself… to silent rocks and water
and slow motion secrets… reveal… what they could not tell you in words
and beg to… take to slumber, as if you
© r.e.l. 3/3/12
image by s i m s h a
posted for Poetry Picnic 3/4-3/11/12 on Jingle Poetry at Olive Garden
and then…
and then
it’s you, as you pass by…
in your hair
i’m not sure
but i think i see
an object of you
reflecting
burning your light
in the water…
© r.e.l. 12/27/11
image by simeon schatz
posted for Thursday Poet Rally 12/28/11-1/4/12 on The Poetry Palace
dear mountain stream
i don’t know how
you do what you do
but you do it
every time
to me
a never-ending
way of being
dear mountain stream,
speak to me
as loud as you wish
© r.e.l. 8/20/11
image by s i m s h a
Posted for Poetry Picnic 8/21-8/27/11 on Gooseberry Garden
purple heart
floating
drops
unknown
still
as
wind
flowing
through
motion
into
hearts
@ r.e.l. 7/24/11
image heartdrops by simeon schatz
Posted on Poetry Potluck 7/24-7/30/11-Nature and Life on Jingle Poetry
star on a distant paradise
where are you now
in this moment, i ask
climbing a ladder to a distant cloud
that only i know…
floating on a bubble under a wave of life?
you are crazy
with the mystery you breathe
you are the pure energy
of love
… fire mixed with water
and raindrops inside sand
you are tears and joy forever intertwined
like a bird not knowing his wings
still… after all
you know you are
the one who saved me from a distant paradise
and you are true
© r.e.l. 11/4/10
image nightbird2
Posted on Poetry Potluck 7/10-7/17/11 on Jingle Poetry
also absolutely
photographer: Chris Burkard (image of surfer Peter Mendria on Chile’s West Coast)
***
as it seems… there is a you
that experiences something other
like a wave with its ocean,
or a particle of air with its vast space
as if you, the wave
join with the other, the ocean
and yet,
also absolutely
something larger
now
© r.e.l. 5/23/11
inspired by Erich Schiffmann meditations
Posted for The Thursday Post 26.5.11 on Ethereal Heights
Posted for Poetry Potluck 5/29-6/4/11 on Jingle Poetry
Featured in Vibration in Art and Verse – VaVoom! on redbubble
Featured in Nautical on their “Special Gallery – Poems and Images that Delight” on redbubble
its vapors
as the mist, its vapors
turns my air
to its breath
i can feel that i knew you
once
before i knew…
you burned me
with your fire
inside:
i have always known you
and even when i did know
i didn’t know yet
yet i knew too…
that all along
you were building a mystery
that had dissolved into me
© r.e.l. 4/20/11
image of me at marin headlands by simsha
**featured in Touched By Fire on redbubble
posted for The Thursday Post 21.4.11 on Ethereal Heights
posted for Poetry Potluck 4/24-4/30/11 on Jingle Poetry
especially when
on the pathway to greatness
realized, by your form
and your flow
the way it washes into me
especially when i’m not looking
© r.e.l. 4/18/11
image “sun beach”
posted for Thursday Poets Rally 4/21-4/27/11 on Promising Poets
everlasting motion
wash
over me
reset me as i
move to your fluid
beat… of everlasting motion
© r.e.l. 11/6/10
photo by saltmotion.com
with each step
with each step
i know more
about
why
the rain
washes away
the ones who
no longer serve me
on the trail i walk
and keeps
those who do
© r.e.l. 10/17/10
posted for Poetry Potluck week 23 (2/20-2/27/11)
i built you
i built you
to shield me from the world
with knights, dragons and swords
to fend for the delicate
precious
parts that lie inside
shadows…
dreams…
escape…
you kept me safe
so that i could go on my path
alone
although i owe you a lot
i no longer need you
i let the water
wash you away now
slowly it drips
so that i no longer have to pretend
that you
are stronger than me
© r.e.l. 6/23/10
photo on wikimedia (edited by r.e.l.)
underneath
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
