The sound of rain finds me again Holier than I remember. I take my time getting out of bed as the riddles of my humanness kept me tossing and turning last night But this dawn the rains call to me As someone new Who prays to the sacred music it crafts. As each drop of life kisses my metal roof And deep in my bones I feel the garden Sing with praise As the roots expand to swallow the rain. Mostly the rain finds you Curling around the awareness Of the contentment you finally swim in And for a moment- As you listen to it’s symphony, and admire the glistening globes that hang on the pines of the hemlock sleeping by your window- You wonder where your sorrow lives now If not in your own heart And then Just like the dryness of a Dahlias delicate mouth The rain washes that wonder away.
The morning moves a bit slower
When the smoke finds us here
The hazy blanket
Making the sun strangely more
An orange globe
The earthy sign of destruction.
The birds even calm themselves
Saving their breath for a clearer day.
The green hues of the cedar shift
And the way their branches droop in the pull of gravity seems exaggerated.
The morning seems to have paused
For the sun is dimmed
Floating without motion
And most life stays unstirred
And it’s just me and the smoke
Which seems to carry a message
A spirit of sort
Too dark and profound to give voice to
Perhaps like a mirror
The lingering smoke
After a raging fire.
Sure it’s destruction
But I prefer transformation.
self love 2
Do you think that people leave you
to teach you to take all that love for them that oozes
as your grief,
and give it back to yourself?
When the darkness starts to fade
Dissolves like the mist from the sea
It too leaves a void,
And perhaps you even miss its company. Understanding how sorrow has become
You gain hours back you once spent weeping. Slowly,
You start to peel the plaster from the mirror
To see a smiling face you barely recognize.
And there is almost a sense of guilt,
To leave behind the greatest teacher you’ve ever known. But just as you’re tempted to slip back
Under the covers of crippling dark,
You have been studious, attentive in this lesson. You have already learned.
Let it dissolve.
Let the sea carry away the lingering mist of your despair. For the sun sits on the horizon
Awaiting your Initiation.