Here we go into a new adventure!! I would love to have you come along! If you enjoyed Life: acoustic and amplified I am very hopeful you will enjoy this new space with me!!!
Beginning at the very tip-end of 2016 and the very squeaky start of 2017!!!
You cannot seek water
from the one
who drained your seas,
and you cannot build
a home for your worth
inside of another being.
The medicine is when
you return to yourself
where you will remember
reclaim your own rhythm,
and write your new song.
a poem from Victoria Erickson’s wonderful new book- Rhythms and Roads… Check it out here..
photo above by Fisherman Dan @ Branford, CT
in the world between worlds
where the shimmering abstract
holds all the secrets within us
words are absent
no scripture exists
there are no definitions
as there is no need for such things
in our eternal knowing
we are ever-being known
the mystic colors of God fill us
unseeable in this earthly realms obscured vision
they hold us there
where we don’t need to be understood
or understand anything
we are simply
all we could ever hope to be
we are the lover and the beloved
You in I
I in you
with occasional clouds floating through
a few showers always possible
through out the day
daisies sure to peek out of the green grass
just to smile for me
wine and laughter at sunset
full of you
with a sweet dream or two
and more than a few songs
sure to drift through me
into my sleeping hours
Waking to a great new day of promise tomorrow
Amy Lloyd (AL)
LIFE – the temptation is always to reduce it to size. A bowl of cherries. A rat race. Amino acids. Even to call it a mystery smacks of reductionism. It is the mystery.
As far as anybody seems to know, the vast majority of things in the universe do not have whatever life is. Sticks, stones, stars, space – they simply are. A few things are and are somehow alive to it. They have broken through into Someone, or Something has broken through into them. Even a jellyfish, a butternut squash. They’re in it with us. We’re all in it together, or it in us. Life is it. Life is with.
After lecturing learnedly on miracles, a great theologian was asked to give a specific example of one. “There is only one miracle,” he answered. “It is life.”
Have you wept at anything during the past year?
Has your heart beat faster at the sight of young beauty?
Have you thought seriously about the fact that someday you are going to die?
More often than not, do you really listen when people are speaking to you instead of just waiting for your turn to speak?
Is there anybody you know in whose place, if one of you had to suffer great pain, you would volunteer yourself?
If your answer to all or most of these questions is no, the chances are that you’re dead.
~ Frederick Buechner
originally published in Wishful Thinking and later in Beyond Words
maybe we should redefine the human body
this fleeting flash of existence
into something more manageable
possibly use an oracle from a lost tongue
or something children can grab
even the physical fact of your face
stubble of rough beard
its really an undiscovered haven of wilderness preserves
or some flashing blue temple of luminous fibers
you are a cloud capped tower
the souls fiery predilection
a great globe
a gorgeous palace
melting into thin air
this coat of you
garment of flesh and blood
a miracle of armor protecting us from dust and plague
a kaleidoscope moving at the speed of light
provoking an epiphany of star poems
law me down a border on the edge of this constellation
so I can escape an ejected primordial comet of revolutionary escapades
before too long let us each and all reclaim human regeneration
and so welcome the clean space to become perfected art
this blinding flash of condensed atoms
breast arms and legs
turmoil totally unmanageable
welcome me into this new undefinable rouge ecstasy
like a galloping red bird of infinity
before the dark void swallows me whole
into a veritable contradiction of neo-forms
Adam A. DeFranco
I wonder if stretching my hands to the sky,
while standing on my tiptoes
will release your wings
so you can fly free with me
into the starry sky
discovering all the worlds we have inside?
I wonder if I stand as tall, and as still, as a tree
you will come to me
climb up inside me
twist your arms and legs into my branches
hold me close and never let me go?
I wonder if I sing you a love song
if I will become a part your soul
and you part of mine
both of us sewn within these chords
of mine and yours
absorbing each other
into our very dna?
Will we become each other?
Forever becoming each other’s other?
mirrors of beauty
to dance inside the aleph
where heaven meets the earth?
I want to know…
where I will look within my eyes,
every gift, I’ve seen its worth
every grief, I’ve soaked in surf
every lesson, I have learned
every bridge, I’ve had to burn
every quote, I think I’ve read
walked every path where I was led
every moment, grateful for
every minute, gives me more
all my love, I will keep giving
every day, I will keep living
every wound, will be healed
every longing, be fulfilled
every beauty, I’ve seen and know
every springtime flowers grow
every golden sunset sky is glorious
every day I live victorious
every breath, it is a song
every day, all night long
I’ve worn the cross
I’ve shed my skin
I’ve burned to ash
I’ve found myself
I know I’m here to learn these things
Love is my home
abide with me
…today was something else. It was like I stepped into something out of a fairytale. Some mythical place where anything is possible. I chase sunsets all the time, but there are some days that blew my mind away and all I am left with is my soul, free and exposed. It’s in that moment that everything makes perfect sense to me; that moment when I am immersed in the deep gold stillness.
– Lissette Hesmadt
we are waiting
for the perfect moment.
It must be
under all the struggle
we want to go on.
It must be,
that deep down,
we are creatures
for when we are needed.
It must be that waiting
for the listening ear
or the appreciative word,
for the right
woman or the right man
or the right moment
just to ourselves,
we are getting ready
just to be ready
and nothing else.
Like this moment
just before the guests arrive
alone in the kitchen
sensing a deep
in every blessed thing.
to meet us too.
Just on the other
side of the door
is about to knock
and our life
about to change
after all these
to go on.
From ‘Waiting to Go On’ by David Whyte
is still a piano –
the music lies quietly
not going anywhere else
not making itself heard
all it takes is the right hand
to touch the keys
to fall in love
and the song begins
the strings within
warm to life
always ready to play
and toys for your delight
Of bird-song at morning
and star-shine at night.
I will make a palace fit for you and me
Of green days in forests
and blue days at sea.
I will make my kitchen,
and you shall keep your room,
Where white flows the river
and bright blows the broom,
And you shall wash your linen
and keep your body white
In rainfall at morning
and dewfall at night.
And this shall be for music
when no one else is near,
The fine song for singing,
the rare song to hear!
That only I remember,
that only you admire,
Of the broad road that stretches
and the roadside fire.
I Will Make You Brooches by Robert Louis Stevenson
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.
Kiss me. Kiss me as if it were the last time.
– Ilsa Lund, Casablanca
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We live in an era where we can hardly tell the difference between right and wrong.
We live in an era where love is nothing more than a four letter word.
We live in an era where you are judged upon how much you weigh.
We live in a era where people like or hate you based on the number of instagram follows you’ve got.
We live in an era where a mascara and a lipstick can get you your prince-charming.
And sadly, thats the bitter-sweet truth of the world we live in today.
Are we even living in the first place?
I really don’t know.