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

blowing dust, always touching

if only for a second
….blow the dust
……..from your mind
…………the sands of time
…………….and follow me…

did you think
this act would….
tingle your spine?……..
restrict the narrow…………
spaces that you call ‘you‘?…………….

what if this place
….your perfect harmony
……..touches the rest,
…………always essence
…………….never hindering?

your
blood….
flowing……..
just holding lightly…………

© r.e.l. 6/25/11

submitted to caesura 2/5/14

image by simsha

Posted for Poetry Potluck 6/26-7/2/11 on Jingle Poetry

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try to fool me

you can try to fool me
fool me not
but maybe at morning
as the day begins to remind me
that day can be night if i let it
or i can move backwards
through time
deceptions as distractions
flowing through my brain
when it believes that maybe chaos does rule the world

try me, try to fool me, maybe once…
and then maybe, i’ll go to the other leftside of the moon later

© r.e.l. 4/1/11

image “blumoon2009”


posted for Poetry Potluck 6/12-6/17/11 for Jingle Poetry

a fine ordinary moment

dear fine moment… my first few sips of coffee,

you change my life.  you hold a memory of all other days, alive with transitions from dreamy to present.
as the fog clears, starry-eyed i begin to plan my day in a fine moment.

you witness me as my dreams come to mind, as i walk in the shadows of time becoming conscious.

and in the peace of my home before the storm, children sleeping, cats purring, sun rising, even though you don’t last long, you help me realize
that fine moments in life exist…

© r.e.l. 2/25/11

an anonymous soul

you are a mystery and a mind who flies
among thoughts, reacting to time
in a body, yet not… memories
only a part of you because
you know there’s a space
between, that is silent
it will heal you if
you let it
speak
and know
you, before you do
for a reason unknown
but do it anyway because
it is your trip through life
we are more real every day

© r.e.l. 2/12/11

inspired by another soul

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posted for Poetry Potluck week 22 on Jingle Poetry


disoriented patience

do you know where you are going?
now or later
doesn’t matter
because it is the time in between that matters

the disoriented moments
contemplative you are
where you are alone
now, today, tomorrow
or some day
remembering what you thought would come to you in this moment
but doesn’t
where you open your eyes
and see only cloudiness

b e p a t i e n t… for clarity
they are the best
misty moments
you’ve ever seen

© r.e.l. 1/17/11

Image ‘[d i s o r i e n t e d o b j e c t i v i t y]’by Irina și Silviu Szekely

Posted for Poetry Potluck week 19 (rules, regulations, laws) on Jingle Poetry

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

stand still now, precious moment

always dreaming of another way to wrestle with time…

to see my path through the hourglass of dreaming,
of moments that spiral without reason to nowhere specific
except the path
that is meant for me…

are you lost now in nothingness?
i thought you said you trust
the stepping stones you feel
with your barefeet, eyes closed.

you know that time hides behind thorns sometimes…
yet, i thrive
and live with its heartbeat
that never stops to lead its way.

stand still now, precious moment
you pierce me
lead me now to forever

© r.e.l. 12/28/10

submitted to caesura 2/5/14

**this post is for Thursday Poets Rally Week 36 (12/29-1/5/11) on Promising Poets