don’t worry though,
it will all be ok …
breathe with me
you have p r i c e l e s s time
on your side
so, hide with me in the beach grass
… and listen to the wind and the waves
take my hand and join me
in the rest of our lives
© r.e.l. 5/23/12
image by simeon schatz
Featured in redbubble’s Inspired by Life
where a thought
just a ripple,
send me a part
in the place where
the same wind
© r.e.l. 9/17/11
Posted for Poetry Picnic 9/18-9/24/11 on Gooseberry Garden
@ r.e.l. 7/24/11
Posted on Poetry Potluck 7/24-7/30/11-Nature and Life on Jingle Poetry
are you a dream come true
like the ageless mist
with its hue?
you are the wind that keeps me moving
the force that guides me to know…
that it will all be ok
no matter what.
close your eyes now
remember the time when
i last whispered in your ear
and held you tight.
remember me that way.
that way, only.
it is how i remember you.
© r.e.l. 1/21/11
Image of ‘her place’ by melanie crawford
Posted for Poetry Potluck week 19 (rules, regulations, laws) on Jingle Poetry
just what… is elusive
but does it matter to you?
take the last bit
it is the least i can offer
for, in this moment
this unique instant…
my heart beats against the wind
© r.e.l. 12/24/10
inspired by D. H. Lawrence
**this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 16 on Jingle Poetry
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Received The Most Creative Blogger Award from Jingle Poetry
“Kevala kumbhaka transfixed inspiration melts us, ” as eloquently put by Stuart Sovatsky in his book, Your Perfect Lips: A Spiritual-Erotic Memoir.
Just the happy days, with freedom and no plans for what will be. Does it seem possible? It is in a feeling, not to be described with usual words spoken to describe life.
The sense that you lose your breath and it doesn’t matter. Your heart stops to stare at time in a moment that also stops. It is Tantra.
It melts me to think of how you would be here this morning, but this memory is only a moment in time — a time that happens any time. So, I let go of time.
I feel your wind whisper to me anyway in my transfixed melting moment dans ma cœur. Thank you.
© r.e.l. 10/14/10
you are covered with dust
aren’t you… but i visit you now
to see you, like an old friend
whom i’ve lost
you know that you’ve hidden from me all this time
but now, better not to quench your thirst
what i see … is … my wind
that will expose the ashes and bareness left behind
you breathe in the deepest part of the water
but it’s ok
the dust leaves a mountain, and a place
to see your golden shadow
“in giving you are throwing a bridge across the chasm of your solitude..”
~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry~ (from The Wisdom of the Sands)
© r.e.l. 9/29/10
inspired by a mountain of sand and the song Undertow by Warpaint
posted for Poetry Potluck 6/5-6/11/11 “Inspired by a Song” on Jingle Poetry
No doubt you are no stranger to a community of poets and those who like to verbally relay their words to others. Many have a vibrant and active lifestyle to go along with this love of words, don’t they! The two seem to go together well…
Like the wind off a clear blue lake blows its answers to the mountains, take time to whisper the secrets to your heart, listening to every touch with your sacred ears. Sit and listen as the words write themselves onto the page. There are no mistakes here. It is all a rendition of your truth that you write down to share, so that you can touch… something other than the normal, regular you.
As you move the prana (i.e., your life force) in your body, working through the chakras and experience your purpose in the moment, your desires, your energy and your heart, you will most likely find the words of your soul whispering to you gently.
As you continue moving, whether it be in a yoga practice, a hike, or some other means of moving your body, you eventually can surrender to this energy you’ve activated as it clears out all that gets in the way of knowing your true intuitions and spirit connection. This will probably happen whether you are paying attention or not. In fact, there is no will required for this endeavor. Just be who you are.
If you’re really in tune with the feelings moving through you, you can see, hear, sense and know through your watchfulness that it is possible that you actually really know who you are.
Yes, it’s true. So, don’t refuse to whisper these words. You will undoubtedly touch someone, even unsuspectingly, if not a very important person: you. Even if you only reach one person, besides yourself, this journey through words is all worth it.
And if you find that no words come to you, then receive the gift of the inability to find words.
© r.e.l. 8/2/10
i ride you now
like the wind and sun
the place in which we started
la façon dont nous avons commence
tu as toujours aimé moi
© r.e.l. 7/9/10
air to breathe
me, himself, us
the clouds will part
the moment he opens
again… when he cannot
imagine this life without me
when he forgives with no conditions
his wind will reach me and caress the back
of my neck… and will tell me “you will know, love,
when i am in the sky coming back to you… don’t worry”
© r.e.l. 6/24/10