when 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
secret
where are you going?
oh precious soul,
priceless
where are you going?
… speak to me.
with your mysterious vision
your body–its inflections,
its words
you come to depend
that it’s always
listening
fly now into
your life
which drizzles
like the wind, cleansing
© r.e.l. 10/8/12
image by unknown, found on A Taste of Social Media
Posted for 10/30/12-11/5/12 on Jingle Poetry
with a secret
before you knew me
i felt you …
knowing me,
piercing me
to the core
with a secret
unspoken
let me know when
you’re ready
to do it again
remember, i’m your innuendo
© r.e.l. 5/5/12
image by simeon schatz
Posted for Poetry Picnic 5/6-5/13/12 on Gooseberry Garden
thank you, you knew
with a whisper
you share so much
i know you knew…
the swirl of your thoughts
your eyes
looking into
the day i knew
but once forgot
thank you for never stopping
our moment
that you knew
i felt.
© r.e.l. 11/9/11
image by simeon schatz
Posted for Poetry Picnic 11/13-11/19/11 on Gooseberry Garden
between spaces of time, misty
between spaces of time, misty
you start to believe
that you always have time
like a river
a precious you
is waiting to notice
in this moment
saved for you
see through
what follows you home
to be your pillow…
a winding path
on a daydream
leads to your smile
it’s already for you
to hear,
so listen to its whisper
you are beautiful
© r.e.l. 9/22/11
image of yoga robin™
by s i m s h a
Posted for Thursday Poets Rally 9/21-9/27/11 on Poetry Palace
then pause
you
feel trapped
inside the cells of
secrets known
=
it’s simple though
out here
=
so, shhh
listen for my pause
[…]
and you’ll see
the way
© r.e.l. 8/30/11
image nightleaf
Posted to Poetry Picnic 9/4-9/10/11 on Gooseberry Garden
velvet moon
like a dream you wander
through the side of you
that gathers shadows best
but it’s in the time
in between moments
that scratch at you
and die off as ashes,
your secret revealed
when i sleep
your path is you, you know
so follow it
© r.e.l. 5/27/11
image by simsha
Posted for Poetry Potluck 5/29-6/4/11 on Jingle Poetry
secrets unknown
through hidden stairways 
i see you best
the way you grow
in between
that which is covered
(and unknown…)
but beautiful you are
(secret, speak to me)
the ones who know
are lucky ones
who live there
in your recipe of magic
the others
pass
and find in you
their favorite
moments
(reverse time now
to show me
your unknown)
© r.e.l. 4/27/11
image taken at a secret 108 address
posted for Thursday Post 28.4.11 on Ethereal Heights
i don’t forget
if you forget me
do you think i’ll forget you?
not a chance…
because you are part of
the idea
that i’ve always had
where a secret
floats like a cloud
and you already know
what it is
before it invites you
© r.e.l. 4/4/11
image of “forget-me-not flowers” by simeon schatz
come up for air
on the mission to forever
my sun is yours
did you know it finds you
when your eyes are opened?
a seed, free to be…
floating with something
beautiful
the embers keep you alive
. . .
but i have a secret
listen
come up for air
i’m thankful that i know
what happens to seeds
who are loved
© r.e.l. 3/5/11
image “the sun”
posted for Jingle Poetry week 25
the way your roots reach into me
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
featured on Vibration in Art and Verse – VAVoom! on redbubble
submitted to World Poetry Movement (Published! — for book Stars In Our Hearts)
you sighed
tell me how you do it
remaining
still
yet luring
silent…
pulsing
as a mystery
i asked for long ago
you know
i prefer no answer
because i know you
are not done yet
telling the truth
and are as honest
as the way
you were
when i first knew
in that fine moment
that with you
how could you not
be a secret…
you sighed through the sky
and i heard you say that
i’m still here
you are priceless
© r.e.l. 2/2/11
image “Lamp” by dab
featured in The wonderful world of words on redbubble
Posted for Poetry Potluck week 21 (2/6-2/12/11)-Aims, Goals, Ambitions on Jingle Poetry
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
beg me
beg me
to take a second look
by placing a thought of me
in your mind
twist yourself in me
then let me sleep…
you again, who are you?
calling you
to say
‘throw in your heart too’
© r.e.l. 1/10/11
image of ‘Twisted Heart’ by byzantinehalo
featured in Love Bytes on redbubble
posted for Poetry Potluck 5/1-5/7/11 doubts, fear, inhibition, hesitation
darkness you can find in your yoga practice: the psychology of you
Are you scared to face something within yourself? Do you sometimes feel that time is against you or that you cannot fulfill your wishes because of your fears?
You know that the answers are in your dark sides that you probably refuse to see. Did you know that yoga has the potential to be the place to confront what’s most deep inside you? This means, however, that you have the power to confront your darkest side of you in your yoga practice.
It’s a place only for the bold, that is for sure… But ask yourself,
“what are you scared of?”
It is true that we hide our darkest parts deep within our bodies. The best parts stay locked up in our joints and tightest places: hips, necks, shoulders, backs, and even feet. When moving through yoga with deep breath, these gems–these secrets–can become free…
Seriously.
Unlocked, their messages trace through our blood as the prana moves relentlessly through us in a vibrant yoga practice. It is the best kept secret.
As these parts of you move through you, and you encounter your difficulties, you can embrace them as gifts. To visit them and set them free, is truly a gift. An angel.
If you do not, these dark secrets stay below (inside your underworld), unconsciously controlling you. They cause you to repeat ugly patterns as “a fly mindlessly beating itself to a pulp bumping against a window through which it cannot pass…attempting to escape its misery,” as put by Absolute Palaver.
Don’t be scared. You have the power. It is you that you are unlocking. The true you.
Namaste.
© r.e.l. 12/30/10
Photo by Matin Demiralay of Turkey — demiralaymetin@hotmail.com
a secret
please let me continue
don’t get me wrong
please don’t
but your energy scares me…
in a way that finding something lost does, long forgotten
it wants me to see
that maybe
somehow
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
you use
as if they make a difference
as if you don’t know that it’s the energy
behind them
that decides.
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
do you wear a mask: are you a mystery?
With the cooler fall weather arriving and Halloween around the corner, I am reminded of masks. I’m not thinking of costumes though in this moment, but of the idea underneath. It is during these masquerade parties that we can play with the idea of hiding our identity and being another side of our psyche.
But, how many people actually hide behind a mask, although invisible, all the time? It can be a negative idea. Interestingly enough though, there is an art to living a balanced, healthy masquerade life.
What?
Some of us are an open book, while others gravitate toward being a mystery to others. I myself prefer to a be a mystery, taking it slow as the self unwinds.
Anticipation grows, as do deeper feelings, as attempts are made to solve the mystery. I find it painful (in an interesting and humorous way) to watch others project all of their own views on what they need me to be — filling in the gaps of the unknown — when not much is revealed. Is the human need to connect with a blank slate really real? Yes. In noticing this phenomena, along with the slowness I enjoy to relationship unfolding, I take much comfort in observing this.
For, they are the ones putting the mask on me, and not the other way around. I am invincible and perfect, or I am quite the opposite if they have some unconscious darkness to clear, whom they need to love with all of their hate and can only do it while looking into a fictitious mirror called Me.
Don’t get me wrong, it is wonderful to be put on such a pedestal sometimes; in fact, this image can even have the power to manifest into a truth if I really believe it. Hmmm…. maybe I should take these facades more seriously…
🙂
I’m not saying that I don’t do it too. For, I do. It is a fulfilling way to make the fantasy and dream come true! For sure.
But removing the mask, which often entails an entire body armor of mind, body and soul, is best. To see the true person as they are…
But, do it slowly as the best stuff does not show its truth when rushed.
chi va piano va sano va lontano
(who goes slowly, goes healthy)
~Italian proverb~
© r.e.l. 10/20/10
my secret innuendo® 
