you can touch me if you try
i might melt but won’t disappear
like a ghost
leaving you with only your breath
my blood rises now..
because your touch, if true
the energy of it
in the only way it knows how
fingers reaching out
touch me again
© r.e.l. 12/16/10
sculpture ‘The Cathedral’ by Rodin (Rodin Museum, Paris).
**this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 15 (reflections, interpretations, and musings) on Jingle Poetry
you see me
you see into me
you sit with me
and feel into me
you know i look to you
to see myself
and in you
a place that needs to heal
i see yearning
and a need to bond
who can feel deeply
someone who gives
all of herself, not part
when she feels
i’ll let you into me
when i feel you
looking into me
© r.e.l. 3/21/08
(almost 3 years ago… and the feeling is still current)
this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 14 on Jingle Poetry
thanks so much to Jingle for this Most Blessed Blogger Award on Jingle Poetry
who changed my life.
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
Life is a journey. I intend to make it worthwhile.
With regards to this journey it is not important what the venue, physical activity, or endeavor, or even the goal. What we make of our experience is what counts. What matters is the lessons that remain with us after we have completed whatever it is we do and how we integrate this knowledge in our hearts back into the society in which we live. It is a true life meditation to keep lessons we learn inside us and never let the magic die.
“Everything you are against weakens you. Everything you are for empowers you” (Wayne Dyer). I have found this to be true. Like the The Secret, whatever you give your power to (even mentally), you make stronger.
I emulate my life in my yoga practice. I let myself fall to see what is on the other side of that moment. I take all of the positive powerful experiences I feel as a person onto the mat with me and play them out, so to speak, to fruition. I use the power of the energy I generate there to feed my experience, using its fuel to vaporize any false stories or inhibitions I may have about myself.
I reach a point where the past and the future become unimportant. There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything is taking place as it should be, and this fills me with trust.
I know I have a question about life and that it will unfold as I breathe. With each step I will be open for new discovery in the next moment. Moving my body will unlock the fruits of the inquiry that I cannot know until it happens.
Why do trust? Because of the mere fact that I exist. I trust everything that is happening to me in my life. I let my body guide the way. This allows my heart to shine and my mind to take a backseat.
© r.e.l. 5/8/10