Lost

Desperate Desolation

 

My Soul

is as desolate

as the Siberian

winds in winter;

so cold and bitter,

hoping or life’s

gentle movement.

 

My Heart

is as desperate

as the dying

for one more

breath; so frantic

and pleading for

what won’t come.

 

My Soul

wanders blindly

through the cold

dark asking for

the salvation of

light that has

since gone out.

 

My Heart

feigns towards a

hope, a connection

that was lost long

ago in a terrible

translation.

 

My Soul

is as desperate

for a spark of

light, a ray of

warmth that the

night cannot bring.

 

My Heart

is as desolate

as an ancient

Babylonian

temple, sure

there’s beauty

there but it’s p

little use to

anyone.

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If Only You Would Ask

I’d Come Running

 

If you would only

ask, I’d come

running to your

side; if only to tell

you how magnificent

you truly are. I’ll be

listening, so just a

mere whisper upon

the winds will reach

my ear, so whisper

gently into those

howling winds and

let your words fly

directly to me.

 

If you would only

ask, I’d come

running only to

give you the love

your heart and soul

so desperately crave.

I’ll be listening with

deep interest in the

clarion bells perched

atop your radiance; so

let your soul ring loud

and true, and I’ll be there.

 

If you would only

ask, I’d come running

with quick step and

an eager heart to

elevate your thoughts

to the throne of your

soul, always to breathe

in new experiences that

foster your heart’s sacred

growth, I’ll be listening

with heart and mind,

so let your heart sing its

song and I’ll be there.

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I See You There

Divine Wisdom

 

I can feel you there,

feel your loneliness

as I sleep all alone

here. I can feel

that suffocation

of your baited breath,

feel it as your thoughs

descend,yes I can feel

it and my heart hurts

for your agony; but

I know one thing, the

only thing that matters,

that you are strong,

strong enough to embrace

the gentleness of love.

 

I can see you there,

you with your

blessed nobility and

haunted mind. I can

see your thoughts

belittling you and

darkening your smile.

You must remember.

Remember your truth:

That it is a blessed eternity

where you are everything;

that you breathe love and

live joy, and are sacreness

in human-form. So smile. Yes,

smile, my beloved friend,

and in remembrance of things

to come, and visit those

places your stories are living,

become who you are always

meant to be, the holder of

the divine wisdom of your love.

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Total Meeting Of the Soul

The Meeting

 

It comes and it

goes, round and

round as we grow

this life we lead

turns towards the

inward flight from

the outward sight.

And when we least

expect anything to

move us, we break,

a gentle flood of

emotions pour from

a place we do not see.

Through the darkest

of nights there is a

sustained hope, a terrible

yet beautiful meeting

of total souls, each seeing

a whole truth before them;

standing, sitting, breathing

with acceptance in their

hearts and strength in

their eyes. A total meeting

of life’s sacred meaning,

where all is made known

yet no words are spoken.

Yes, this life comes and

goes, spinning wildly

through misread encounters.

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Destiny’s Weight

Tiredness

 

This evening I breathe,

breathe with ease in

my heart and I know

– I am tired, though

my body be young, my

soul is old: In these

short 34 years I have

done much, I have lived,

and I have loved. I’ve seen

6 continents and all 5

seas. I’ve loved a

Princesska, an Empress,

and a Goddess. I have

lived through dire flame

and suffocating water. I

have been studied and I

have taught. these 34

years of life, I have known

peace and strife. I have often

thought that though this

body be fit and my mind

able that I am, in fact,

inadequate for this fated

destiny. I have grown tired –

tired of comparrisons, tired

of assumptions, tired of these

silly expectations. Maybe I

should run and hide, maybe

I need to claim ignorance

when I know better, maybe

a maybe is just a maybe. I

shall do as my soul dictates;

though I do grow tired. My

shoulders grow weary from

your weight and I am exhausted.

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Open Eyes, Closed Eyes

Vision

 

I can see with

closed eyes the

radiance of your

majestic soul, and

with my eyes wide

open I can see your

fractured shadows

that you so desperately

try to hide or leave

behind. be it right or

wrong, I witness the

reluctance to embrace

your whole self, to

temper your sacredness

with your maligned

heart, while alighting

in the lifting of your

strained heart with the

graciousness of your

soul’s unified love.

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Sometimes Good

The Desperate Lands

 

It is sometimes good

to be exiled in the

desperate lands of

mute echoes, if only

to find your own

voice, or to speak

your heart’s anxious

questions: Can love be

in life without the

desolated promise

of the mind’s hell? Can

life be instilled in

the heart’s love without

the sacred consequence

of eternity’s heaven.

Go wandering into

those lands and seek

your answers, for

pained as they may be,

the heart’s wisdom is

made more radiant

with that courage.

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