It’s as if the sky is crying for me,
and the thunder wails for me,
so that I may relax into this feeling of despair,
so I may exhale into a comfortable heap of tired.
And the storm will pass, the tears will wash away,
and we will start afresh,
cleansed from the outpouring of our hearts
and the washing of our souls.
Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it. ~Rumi Life is not a Disney ride. Just because you went and rode “It’s a Small World” doesn’t … Continue reading
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Sleepless Candles flicker, tickling my mind, which resists surrender to my body’s exhaustion. Flickers swell into a giant moonbeam soft and bright from the window behind my pillow. My divine self reflected back at me through the full moon’s brilliance. … Continue reading
Like the guards at the Queen of Heart’s castle,
Flickering holograms, transparent to those who see.
Different from each of infinite angles.
Windows, the view through clouded by our own reflections.
A bright hologram, a window I can see through,
Where only I exist, where I meet the Beloved
In bliss, joy, boundless Love.
And windows get dirty, clouded by our own projections
And it is hard for others to see through
To meet the Beloved with you
In that space through the hologram, beyond the window.
Another inspired by a Facebook post. Original quote:
“Reason is powerless in the expression of LOVE.”
Love is not rational. Love flows. What a wonderful way of being, to remember life is not black and white.
To try and rationalize “what is love” or “is this love” puts a damper on the true expression.
Flow with it. Let it sweep you away like the currents, and surrender to the beauty. You cannot drown in Love. ~Amy Baker
I am full, oh so full
But not uncomfortably so.
No need to loosen my pants,
Just a filling up of my heart
Letting out a sigh of relief
From the fullness of our steaming cup of love.
We sip together, nose to nose,
or separately, alternating between offering and receiving.
Settling in, digesting all the goodness.
My cup runneth over.