I knew that love would hurt

I told myself when I was twelve
I would not fall in love,
and then I would be safe.
But love like friendship happens,
it cannot be arranged,
and love came out to find me...
and I fell into his arms.
And then my son was born,
and love held even tighter,
but ready always to be more,
with a daughter to enfold.
I knew that love would hurt,
but I did not know how much,
our souls are stripped and hung
upon the cross of heart's own truth.
The gift of deepest feeling,
holds curse within its breast,
and yet they must walk hand in hand,
for us to truly live.
I knew that love would hurt,
but I did not know how much,
and neither did I know the price,
was small, for what it bought.
That treasure wrought as joy and grief,
sculpts sure, digs deep, reveals
the depths of self, the source of life,
the power of Love eternal.

Caress

Caress of breeze in sensuous touch
as daylight draws her gown
and drifts in deliquescent dance
upon night's trailing hem.

Being in the now

Why is it in this insane world
that what I do is wrong,
despite the fact that at the time,
it was all there was to do?
Decisions made are cast in stone,
and sit along the path,
I've walked and crawled and run
upon, to find my way at last.
And then to find that what I did,
was not what others want;
that what was good is really bad,
and makes no sense at all.
It's time to laugh and tell myself,
that all is as it was,
because there was no other choice;
don't blame me - blame God!
We do our best, however flawed,
we make our way with doubt,
which rides the hump of sanity,
to drag us from the swamps.
But what is right and what is wrong,
and how much does it matter,
when life is just mere moments pulled,
through time's eternal mangle?
We are all flawed, we are all weak
and yet we are so strong,
to make our way through all that is;
to live what was begun.
What counts in this deep vale
of tears, in this mad, crazy world,
is living love, forgiving self,
and being in the Now!

Seagulls

In seagulled soar surrendering
the soul took flight as birds
and danced through distant heavens,
as life disguised in words.

Small stones

Stone has one and ten and son,
and ton and nest inside,
and also no, a tiny word,
but one which can provide,
a settled world, within the word,
which tumbles on the earth,
reminding all that much is said,
when brevity gives birth.

I find a feeling

I find a feeling,
fleeting fleeing
filling all my soul
of pain remembered
long ago-
a loss which split.

It touches, tastes
of bitter seed
and sews itself cell deep;
sings a song of old,
wild fear.

Eyes reflected dark and sure,
as child walks away
and carries clasped in firm,
young hand - woman;
future framed.

In her eyes and smile I seek
and call myself to be
the very fullness that she is;
the child, the woman, me.

Ancient heart

The ancient heart of blood red sand
sensed season's slide and felt
the slow parade of life's rough hand,
yet sighed beneath that touch.

She knew of more than we could know
and thought before each breath
which opened to eternity
and led us to our gift.

And yet no sacrifice was made,
she bowed, but only as, she sought
the true communion, mankind
with mother earth.

Within that freshened moment
when worlds were made and lost,
became but  humble servant
of all that Gaia sought.

There was no need for us to know
of what true path she drew,
the only edict ever wrote-
that we must mark her rule.