breaking the cycle

In the absence of me
My soul mourns
Longing for me to return

I have been long on my way
Trying to reach the unreachable
To tame the anger in me
But with no success

It feels like waves
Coming in on a deserted beach
They appear
Then disappear

I flow in and out of time
In and out of presence
In and out of consciousness

But
Right now

I am aware

The old woman

An old woman
Walking barefoot
Through the streets
Did she loose her shoes?
Was she forgetful?
Or did she simply want to feel
Her feet touching
The ground below her?
Ready to feel the stones
On her way
Ready to feel the soft
Grass beneath her feet
As she walks through the park

I remove my shoes
to join her adventure
I walk home
barefoot
Tracing her footsteps

The secret

The old tree knows my secret
The old man on the bench knows it
What is my secret then?
If I put it into words I would loose it
To know it
You would have to listen
Really listen
Like when you listened to a great story
in the youth of your childhood
Or when you discovered something new
You cannot know my secret without
excitement and curiosity
maybe
maybe you already know

True Joy

Come
come and sit beside me
Come and share your stories
your deepest secrets
let me into your secret garden
where the seeds to your greatness
spring
Lead me through your field of sorrow
and then let me enter the valley of joy
Let me climb in your tree of wisdom
and then let me swim in your river of desire
To me
This is true joy

going south

The cranes fly south in winter
Free to roam the sky
Where are you going?

In the heart of a woman

She dances to a tune
unheard
she moves with a grace
never seen before
she touches that place within me
where no one has ventured

She unmasks me
I expose my heart to her
share my dreams with her
sit silently with her
dance with her
and
make love with her

I am not a poet

Poets command great words
I am not a poet
Playing with words
Struggling to capture
The precise details
Of a moment

Trying to explain
What cannot
Be captured in words
Therein lies my dilemma

you exist

Deep within my heart
You exist
Like an untold story
Of love
Like a true lover
you are
Like a blooming flower
you open

The old pine tree

Near the old pine tree
There is an old south going road
This is where I rest

I hear the wind singing
In the branches of the old pine
I listen to its song

everyday enlightenment

A child's mild laughter
The blooming of a lotus
Washing the dishes
Everyday enlightenment

An everyday realization

The wind touches my chest
It's getting colder
I tuck my coat in
It's cold

It's almost morning
I left them behind
smiling

I feel free
without my shoes

The Wind at play

I watch the wind
happily playing in a tree
no worries

Leaned against its trunk
aware