what flows through you

drifter_boat
i don’t even know you
anymore, as i used to find you
frequently
actually, every time i closed my eyes
or not

you were in the mist, in the wind, in the flame
and in the sands falling grain by grain
keeping time
that i don’t notice

i followed you more than most things–
thoughts or activities
drifting toward you
unknowingly, intentionally
with confidence, with clarity

and now you are silenced
my voice
questioning
am i that difficult to forgive
what is it that flows through you
to me
and back into you
my arrow
my wish

i wrote this for you
so that you would hear me
again

© r.e.l. 9/15/15

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precious heart

i just whispered,
precious heart,
that you beat in colors
inhaling all of life
but also parts that should only
be viewed as if through an hourglass

don’t worry though,
it will all be ok …
breathe with me

you have  p r i c e l e s s  time
on your side

so, hide with me in the beach grass
… and listen to the wind and the waves

take my hand and join me
in the rest of our lives

© r.e.l. 5/23/12

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are you a dream come true?

are you a dream come true
like the ageless mist
with its hue?
you are the wind that keeps me moving
the force that guides me to know…
that it will all be ok
no matter what.

close your eyes now
remember the time when
i last whispered in your ear
and held you tight.
remember me that way.
that way, only.
it is how i remember you.

© r.e.l. 1/21/11

Image of ‘her place’ by melanie crawford

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

he wants

he barely scratches the surface when he knows
that he wants her
to take something from him

just what… is elusive
but does it matter to you?

take the last bit
maybe more
it is the least i can offer
to you

for, in this moment
this unique instant
my heart beats against the wind

© r.e.l. 12/24/10

inspired by D. H. Lawrence

**this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 16 on Jingle Poetry

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Received The Most Creative Blogger Award from Jingle Poetry

 


breathless inspiration

Kevala kumbhaka transfixed inspiration melts us, ” as eloquently put by Stuart Sovatsky in his book, Your Perfect Lips: A Spiritual-Erotic Memoir.

Spontaneously breathless awe or serenity is what life should be about.  In every moment, in all that we do.  Can you imagine this?

Just the happy days, with freedom and no plans for what will be.  Does it seem possible?  It is in a feeling, not to be described with usual words spoken to describe life.

The sense that you lose your breath and it doesn’t matter.  Your heart stops to stare at time in a moment that also stops. It is Tantra.

It melts me to think of  how you would be here this morning, but this memory is only a moment in time — a time that happens any time.  So, I let go of time.

I feel your wind whisper to me anyway in my transfixed melting moment dans ma cœur.  Thank you.

© r.e.l. 10/14/10

dusty shadows

shadows
you are covered with dust
aren’t you… but i visit you now
anyway
to see you, like an old friend
whom i’ve lost
you know that you’ve hidden from me all this time

but now, better not to quench your thirst

what i see … is … my wind
that will expose the ashes and bareness left behind

you breathe in the deepest part of the water
but it’s ok
the dust leaves a mountain, and a place
to see your golden shadow

“in giving you are throwing a bridge across the chasm of your solitude..”
~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry~ (from The Wisdom of the Sands)

© r.e.l. 9/29/10

inspired by a mountain of sand and the song Undertow by Warpaint

posted for Poetry Potluck 6/5-6/11/11 “Inspired by a Song” on Jingle Poetry

a whispering of words to your soul

As yoga speaks the poetry of your body, words speak the poetry of your soul. Yoga and words go well together.  Remember that any type of activity can also be a way of living your yoga.

No doubt you are no stranger to a community of poets and those who like to verbally relay their words to others.  Many have a vibrant and active lifestyle to go along with this love of words, don’t they!  The two seem to go together well…

Like the wind off a clear blue lake blows its answers to the mountains, take time to whisper the secrets to your heart, listening to every touch with your sacred ears. Sit and listen as the words write themselves onto the page. There are no mistakes here. It is all a rendition of your truth that you write down to share, so that you can touch… something other than the normal, regular you.

As you move the prana (i.e., your life force) in your body, working through the chakras and experience your purpose in the moment, your desires, your energy and your heart, you will most likely find the words of your soul whispering to you gently.

As you continue moving, whether it be in a yoga practice, a hike, or some other means of moving your body, you eventually can surrender to this energy you’ve activated as it clears out all that gets in the way of knowing your true intuitions and spirit connection. This will probably happen whether you are paying attention or not.  In fact, there is no will required for this endeavor.  Just be who you are.

If you’re really in tune with the feelings moving through you, you can see, hear, sense and know through your watchfulness that it is possible that you actually really know who you are.

Yes, it’s true.  So, don’t refuse to whisper these words. You will undoubtedly touch someone, even unsuspectingly, if not a very important person: you. Even if you only reach one person, besides yourself, this journey through words is all worth it.

And if you find that no words come to you, then receive the gift of the inability to find words. 🙂

Namaste.

© r.e.l. 8/2/10

we continue

 

be the lightning in me
that strikes relentless
wings outstretched
you speak to me
but what if i never see you
again as you are now
yet you have all-seeing ability
like a prophecy

i ride you now
like the wind and sun
the place in which we started
we continue
la façon dont nous avons commence
avons continuons
malgré tout,
tu as toujours aimé moi

© r.e.l. 7/9/10

space

space
giving him
air to breathe
me, himself, us
the clouds will part
the moment he opens
again… when he cannot
imagine this life without me
when he forgives with no conditions
his wind will reach me and caress the back
of my neck… and will tell me “you will know, love,
when i am in the sky coming back to you… don’t worry”

© r.e.l. 6/24/10