if you were here now
looking into me
i would tell you about my heart
and its secret wish i promised
to notice that
i am inside you
and now
i figured out a way
to not miss you too much
© r.e.l. 2/3/15
submitted to Thursday Poets Rally week 80 on Hype Park Poetry Palace on 2/14/15
empower me to empower you
you know, the way your roots reach into me
like feathers on a journey
to find themselves
find me where you would not
think to imagine
remember i’m an enigma
i’m a mystery that floats in
the shadows,
t h e u n k n o w n
and sometimes, it’s strange
but i can feel the moments
when a secret begins…
© r.e.l. 2/16/11
submitted to caesura 2/5/14
written for Thursdays Poet Rally week 38 (feb 17-23, 2011)
image of Feather of male peacock (Indian peafowl), Wikimedia Commons
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submitted to World Poetry Movement (Published! — for book Stars In Our Hearts)
Sometimes I feel like I am scattered in too many places, with too many activities and endeavors in my life. Every day is different and I wonder if I have a lack of clarity on where I’m headed.
However, I realize with thi
s question, I am comparing myself to those people who are fully dedicated to one area in their life.
When I remove the comparison to others, which is a necessary and healthy avenue to take, I realize the answer. I am fully balanced in my life.
A mother, a writer, a friend, a yogini, a spiritual seeker, a dreamer, a lover, a hiker, a surfer, an inspiration, a teacher, a graduate student, a music lover, a traveler, an explorer, a mystic, an artist, a silent loner, a social butterfly, a fast mover, a slow mover….forever enchanted. The list goes on the more I think.
It’s all about balance.
I am on one path but have many tributaries in my river of life… Each day I wake and decide in the moment which branch, like a root, to follow. This grounds me into myself.
😉
© r.e.l. 7/4/10
i am an ocean
of words
you a chaser of silence…
and i am yours now
like a team
we balance
not pushing the river
that flows by itself
in the mirrors of us
what we seek
to diminish
to crave
we are
somehow
within the roots
that bind us
after the words
nothing changes
yet everything does
© r.e.l. 4/28/10
i fell asleep
with you
holding you tight
eyes closing
with a smile
your mystical roots
fears no more.
in the morning
you were still there
my hands in stillness
enclosing you
you whispered a secret…
you slept with
my magic
© r.e.l. 4/27/10
inspired by some magical gemstones
Featured in Touched By Fire on redbubble and Touched By Fire the blog
Posted on Poetry Potluck 7/24-7/30/11-Nature and Life on Jingle Poetry
through the vines
connecting my blood to infinity
i move so that i can water
your roots.
they reach out to me so…
each with its own strength, its own sound
its own breath, its own life
yet moving together as one.
i find you
where you are raw
not dark
but vulnerable
needing to be held
to feel safe
my breath, my attention
to your every need
your every call for touch
to be an open room
for you to pour your soul into.
you ask that of me
and i hear you.
your warmth has the power to soothe
and pierce me
to puncture the balloon
where i keep my secrets
can you feel it now?
as a bit seeps out
released in the air, to the open
to find its way
no longer trapped, no longer secret.
a veil between you and me
its thin yet it covers
that which we need to protect
until time opens its wings for our flight.
© r.e.l. 4/7/10
inspired by an embodied meditation at CIIS
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