it’s only a daydream…
if you only can see
that
you would know
the key
to what you thought
you knew
…but weren’t sure
until now
© r.e.l. 9/8/11
image by s i m s h a
Posted on Poetry Picnic 9/11-9/18/11 on Gooseberry Garden
unknown
purple heart
floating
drops
unknown
still
as
wind
flowing
through
motion
into
hearts
@ r.e.l. 7/24/11
image heartdrops by simeon schatz
Posted on Poetry Potluck 7/24-7/30/11-Nature and Life on Jingle Poetry
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
Featured in Feminine Intent on redbubble
Featured in All Out Emotion on redbubble
wander
wandering free,
yet expressed…
come with me to see how
somewhere between the wild
and the calm,
i know you
as you are
you.
© r.e.l. 5/12/11
image by simsha
Posted on Poetry Potluck 5/22-5/28/11 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
it was already yours
will you catch me
if i fall?
i am jaded by my past that haunts me
the wild are free
and unpredictable
and contagious
and luring
yes…
i always love their mirrors
that show me
myself
it was already yours…
© r.e.l. 2/18/11
image by NINA-L
posted for Poetry Potluck week 23 (2/20-2/27/11)
posted for Poetry Picnic 10/16-10/22/11 on Gooseberry Garden
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
featured in Freedom to Shine on redbubble
posted for Poetry Potluck week 22 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
even if you aren’t sure
alone.
at peace.
to hear the silence of the ripples before the storm
and to know that you are always
the best part of you
…even if you aren’t sure
© r.e.l. 1/25/11
image ‘Night fisherman’ by Lorenzo Castello
featured in Feminine Intent on redbubble
posted for Poetry Potluck week 20: Peace, Relaxation, Spirituality on Jingle Poetry
alive
i see you
in the mirror of my life
there in the twilight
not knowing.. not breathing.. just being..
who is to know what is real?
stealing myself
from the fire in my aura
you are alive with the heat that wraps around you in a field
of that which is alive,
yet not.
© r.e.l. 1/23/11
image ‘Red Tree Spirit’ by Ron Moss
posted for Poetry Potluck week 20: Peace, Relaxation, Spirituality on Jingle Poetry
maybe i’m scared too
maybe i’m scared too. i’m scared to know that i do feel what you say.
Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux of Valenciennes
i’m scared to know that inside me is a seed growing, unstoppable.
powerful enough to find you. that if i water the seed it will grow, that it is already growing, that you are my future, that if i look into your eyes i will be swallowed like pools. to drown.
but in a sweetness that i won’t want to forget.
i’m scared that inside i know my life will have to change, that i’m not who i’m meant to be now, but i will be with you.
i’m scared that the unknown knows more about us than i do.
so, i ask you now, don’t stop.
© r.e.l. 1/3/11
inspired by song ‘Inscape’ by Stateless
Featured in Imaginative Skulls on redbubble
Posted for Poetry Potluck week 5/1-5/7/11 doubts, fear, inhibition, hesitation on Jingle Poetry
Posted (partial) for Micropoetry 3/20/14
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
your internal dialogs: learning by talking to yourself
Do you often speak internally to another person as if you have direct access to each other’s thoughts? Are you fueled by the language that speaks to you inside your mind? Is this dialog a way for you to make things right simply within your mind with certain people?
It is easy to speak the secrets of your soul when you speak to yourself. First, your heart needs to be open so that you are able to feel the truth of what you really feel.
You have a story to tell. You can read it, listen to it, and live in it as you would your favorite book.
You have many channels to your heart. The trick is to find yours–the ones that undeniably open every time.
Find the universal presence, spirit or love that resonates most with you and feel it hold you like a warm blanket. Then speak to it. Let it tell you, as a mirror, what you have to say.
You might hear questions such as “Why are you mad at me?” , “What did I do wrong?” and “Why do you love me?”
If you visit your child self, you might find a version of you looking back as if she/he has known you all your life (it’s true), asking you if you ever pay attention to her/him? She/He might whisper a secret to you that you have never heard.
You are not crazy. You have a lot to say. Just listen with open ears. Be still and silent… and the messages are more clear.
Listen to what your internal dialogs tell you. You could discover the unknown you’ve been search for all your life inside you. It could change your life…
🙂
© r.e.l. 12/17/10
i’ll let you into me
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
i see
a place that needs to heal
i see yearning
and a need to bond
with another
who can feel deeply
into you
someone who gives
all of herself, not part
when she feels
i’ll let you into me
when i feel you
looking into me
knowing me
breathing 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
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
the wave on my shore
it lures me
to you
the journey to find my roots
through your bath
of the unknown…
immersed in the impossible
yet, reaching my bliss…
through you
i penetrate you
as the wave on my shore
© r.e.l. 11/8/10
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® 
