captured

birds2when you’re losing your edge

captured

your mirror

is reflected in all that you see

even you

…even you

you know how

without knowing

my eyes that are drawn

to your choice

to you

my time, precious

and still

you have captured me

© r.e.l. 2/27/13

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i believe you, your innuendo


you sparkle
with your gift
i slept next to you
last night
you are my wish, you know

and you are mine

where are you now
in this moment
stepping lightly
through misty time
with a fire not forgotten?

you say, don’t rush it
but stay on the edge:
your whisper…

to you i respond, i believe you
my secret:
your innuendo...

it’s time
to open the door
if ever so slightly
to me

i am here
and i knew you
before
i knew you were coming

© r.e.l. 1/28/11

image ‘Through My Window’ by Ron Moss

posted for Poetry Potluck week 20: Peace, Relaxation, Spirituality on Jingle Poetry

a secret

on the edge of a secret
i fly

i can try to close some part of me,
but a single laugh will open it
as quickly as i shut
and a moment
can whisper a pathway

i want you to know
everything
i’m an inch from telling you

i think of you

© r.e.l. 12/7/10

diving deep into my fears

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.

unspoken

unspoken words
speak above
emptying your soul
to me
but i know your secrets
i’m in you

the missing stone on your path
find me at the edge
near the bridge i see you on now
in the cold

you see me waiting
with your words
don’t ever change who you are

© r.e.l. 6/25/10

Featured in All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical on redbubble

**This post is for Thursday Poets Rally Week 35 (12/16-12/22/10) on Promising Poets.  Received The Most Influential Poet Award. thank you 🙂

Winner of The Celebrate Poet of 2010 Award (with Promising Poets  and Jingle Poetry)

Posted (partial) on Micropoetry 8/8/14 for #empty theme