Archive for March, 2012

Day 197

A Nightly Inquiry

 

She comes to me

always at night

ceaselessly asking

questions anew

 

Tears streaking

Her messy mascara

Running away

From her dreams

 

Seeking refuge

Within my arms

To feel the warmth

Enter her being

 

With watery eyes

She asks me

Once again

“What do you want”

 

I gaze

deep

within her eyes

and reply

 

“I want not

your best

for you give

that to stranger.

 

What I want

instead

is your

very worst,

 

That which

you would keep

always for

yourself.

 

I want

you to share

that with me.

To trust.

 

That is

all my heart

desires from

you, honey.”

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Day 196

Morning’s Glory

 

Early Dawn I take to the garden with plow and spade

Tilling the muddy field in the misty morning

 

With rigorous movements I push the plow

As  my feet sing in the ground I stand

 

Sweat forms beads upon my high brow

and blisters form on my bare hands pushing

 

Sinking deeper within the mud I feel coldness

The wet clay forming mud oozes between my toes

 

Continuing to pull and push I struggle against the grown weeds

Abandoning the plow, I am soon to take up the hoe and spade

 

Putting my back to work, I raise the hoe high and let it fall

Breaking up the clumps of dirt and clods of mud

 

Standing in the field, I take a little reprise

Standing watch over the acre I have just tilled

 

Looking over the other half acre still to go

I wiggle my toes in the encompassing cold mud

 

Tickling sensations run up my legs into my spine

I glance down and imagine my toes turning into worms

 

Regaining my breath, I head back to my fun filled task

Taking up the plow once more, I start the rhythmic push-pull dance

 

Musing that the work of the gardener is a game of give and take

Taking from me my energy, but in the end giving me a freshly tilled field

 

Finishing up with the work, the morning sun is gently rising as the fog dissipated

I go to the water bin to wash my muddy feet in the icy waters collected from the night

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Day 195

In the Realm of Magic

 

There is magic there

That wondrous backyard of childhood

Disguising itself in the Moment as just a yard

But the child sees more

 

There is magic there

Playing pirates in a world of grass

Or building contraptions of one sort or another

The child sees all possibilities

 

There is magic there

Frolicking in grass stained pants

Making up sports for the fun of competition

The child sees this magic

 

There is magic there

I wish to live in the realm of this magic

To once again let my imagination run wild

To be the child that knows this realm well

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Day 194

Spring

 

Spring is upon us my dear

Yes, spring is here

Time to take my hand darling, and let’s venture forth

 

Let our fingers intertwine as we walk

Always towards the unknown

We shall both go exploring our unknown realms

 

You shall venture forth with me alone

For through our walk through the unknown woods

You shall enter the wild and untamed world of my mind

 

Gripping my hand tightly as you discover the folds of desire

Intertwining with the crevices of fear

Always be on your guard my darling, for I cannot help you there

 

Caressing your fingers with my thumb

I become lost within your forsaken heart

Wandering within the maze of your eternal essence

 

I bravely (or naively) walk into your broken heart

Only to turn back and find myself falling

For your whimiscal games of love

 

Finding my way out of your heart

I sense that I have entered my own

While you have found yourself out of my mine

 

Meeting again at last within each others bodies

We come to a clearing in the woods

This is the spring of our infinite delights

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Day 193

The Healer

 

He moves with adept skill and wisdom

Watering his herbs and mixing his pastes

Channeling his knowledge of remedies

To fix an ailing neighbor

 

Consulting his garden for a specific plant

Taking root, leaf, stem and flower

Placing each part seperately on the counter

While the flower is in the mortar

 

Grinding it down to a meager paste

and adding in essences and an oil

Forming a salve for the rash of his neighbor

He works only to heal those in need

 

Consulting a book, he reads up on muscles

Retraining himself in the art of massage

Muscles sinews twisting around other muscles

He slowly relearns his anatomy

 

Practicing what he has read when the time comes

He lights some incense to clear the air

Gently he massages the aching pain away

Into a quickly fading memory

 

Sustaining life always is his craft

and he does it very well

In healing all who cross his path

He ultimately heals his distant past

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Day 192

Map of My Heart

 

With a steady hand I give you this gift

The map of my heart where my treasures are shone

Do not go yet, I have warnings to be heeded

And many lessons still to be learned

 

The path to my treasure leads you through

Many differing realms where vices and pain reign

You must first enter the realm of Avarice – a wicked ruler

Who only seeks to gain more and more – you would be his prize

 

To venture there stealth is required and luck is needed more

Avoiding the pitfalls of that unholy terrain you come to new lands

The realm of delusion where nothing is as it seems

Be vigilent against my heart and your mind alike

 

Like smoke in dirty mirrors images may appear that are nor there

As shadows conceal traps in a forest so my heart may blind you

With a little bit of good graces and luck you may pass unnoticed

Soon to enter into a small but mighty realm, the one of aversion

 

Entering this realm, you must face all of my foes

The ones who seek to destroy me and undo what I have done

Let us hope that if you go on this treasure hunt, you may go not blindly

Yet hope more that rules of these realms may be blind to your appearance

 

For it is in this realm where the treasures are buried

Take them if you feel able to withstand the pressures imposed

For if you are able to retrieve them, then they are already yours to have

And I shall give them to you willingly.

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Day 191

Tea

 

Here I sit alone

Me and my big cup of tea

Taking small sips

That warm my tongue and my throat

Slowing descending

Sating all my desire

Sending divine sight to me

 

Sip by sip I drink

Drop by drop the cup is drained

The more I drink it

The farther my mind shall go

Transferring my thoughts

Into another unique

And robust world to explore

 

Finishing the cup

I take to my cool water

To bring me back here

Gaining my earthly senses

I sit down to write

Everything I saw and knew

Learning from life I drink tea.  

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