you want to know
what i’m thinking…
you’ll have to find me
reach me in my dreams
to look in my eyes
like you did last night…
© r.e.l. 12/1/10
you ask me to be still
and so i do..
you lie hidden within, unfelt
with a shield strong as stone
pushing you away.
in all directions.
don’t you hear the answers now?
as they quietly become one with the search
for what is touching you?
you are beautiful
everything is alive
in different forms
watch time stand still with me. ok?
help me to let go and to become one with the mystery.
© r.e.l. 11/26/10
image by my secret innuendo™ of marin county
Published (partial) on Micropoetry 3/3/14
Submitted to caesura 2/5/14
Posted for Thursday Poets Rally Week 34 (12/2-12/8/10) on Promising Poets. Received the Perfect Poet Award…. Thanks so much, I accept 🙂 [For week 35 I nominate Jargnar]
I move. I feel. My blood carries my life.
I am still. I look inside the calm waters… and here I find the truth of who I am.
Jeff Klein says it well in his article ‘Moving Again’: The quality of our life depends on how we move, and on how we embrace the stillness as an essential element in the cycle of movement..
When overwhelming energies arise, can’t I see that the water is only clear when I allow myself to move what reaches out, running evermore inside..? Whether difficulty or pure joy, I can push it away as if to be scared when it is too overpowering…
When whatever it is has moved through me to its end though, with an ‘ahhh‘ the sun comes out and shines on the tranquility, piercing it with clarity. 🙂
I imagine being immersed in a calm and clear patch of ocean, seeing clearly in all directions. Yet, looking above, I occasionally see waves above moving past. When I accept it, I can watch the intense moments transform to a gem that whispers the answer, just as the ocean wave becomes the calm ocean.
Even if I seem to be searching without knowing exactly what I am looking for, I can see that it is still there if I invite the intensity. It is trying to touch me with the truth….
We have known since Einstein that everything is energy — just alive in different forms. It is in the magic of my history that I can find the treasures, carved out of my bones, my heart, my dreams, my teardrops. To look at this beauty is to watch time stand still, to let go, and to become one with the mystery.
When the Japanese mend broken objects, they fill the cracks with gold. They believe that when something’s suffered damage and has a history it becomes more beautiful. ~Barbara Bloom
© r.e.l. 11/24/10
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]
you, alone in your chair of green
looking at me as if…
you’ve known me all your life
you watch me with a loving stare
of sadness so deep, the tears have dried up
you believe in your world
made up amidst feathers
anything to make you feel safe
you ask me
please don’t ignore me while i sleep
© r.e.l. 11/19/10
Featured on Vibration in Art and Verse – VAVoom! on redbubble
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
i don’t know what you were looking at,
or who you are
but you were transfixed…
i saw you as an apparition
all you have to do is stand there in space
where time is irrelevant
you make me high
and provided for… regardless of the rest
you make me see a perspective where it all feels
it has already become
before it has.
© r.e.l. 11/8/10
inspired by a poetic moment