Tag Archives: adoration

I see, I remember, I image (Aug 2010)

20 Oct

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I trust the sun will rise
of course I do
a big hill like Paekakariki
can only be a shadow
for so long

it must harbour light, and
I see the sun must blush
in embarrassment
for appearing late

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I couldn’t find my way
out of bed
past the church
a spire steals the skyline
a tree steals a silhouette

nor could I find
a suitably grand entrance
like the one you keep
expecting
(you remember; golden arches)

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God’s Fingers
pointing to Kapiti
a lone gull
gliding through stillness –

and all I can do
is roll you over
in bed and say something
a thousand times, like
Thank you

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imagine the tui
gul-lop-doh-top
cop-lo-doh-top

their heaven full of praise, each song
one word of admiration
so personal, and
unnecessary

walk with me, alone (7 Jan 2010)

26 Jan

wake up she calls
she calls me forward
see what I can create, with you
in a twilight thought for rest
in your power to manifest

walk with me alone

see with your soles
  touching me
naked toes resting and kissing
  the earth
lightly caress the air of existence
lightly feel my insistence

walk with me alone

for you, simply you
rest your mind, leave it behind
as a ripple on a still lake
leave it behind
and descend into my womb of creation
let me know your elation

walk with me alone

you know how sacred I am
you kneel and bow to my tree
you lie in my roots, hearing my hum
I AM Great Mother Earth
You are singing and remembering this
  magical birth

walk with me alone

meeting Elisete (11 Oct 2009)

24 Jan

I can remember so timidly
knocking on the door
hoping all hope
I would recognise
the face on the other side

I’m a small child in a big city
I don’t speak this tongue
the adventure began
the moment I knocked

I remember the door opening
a shot of anguish set my face
Who is this? And she smiles
she smiles the welcomes
of a thousand languages

I am enamoured, taken within her
large smile, her large embrace,
she is freedom and passion
she flies off every night
she flies home every morning
she aids my dreams in night and day

I only faintly knew then, how much
I needed to meet her, how she opened
the light in my heart, an inch more
more into truth she nudges me

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Elesete; you came at the precise moment
I needed you
every journey into your heart
has opened mine further. You
are surely my most timely
most brimming angel, bringing me
home to your heart and family

holding my heart when it emptied
and filling it again with joy
I breathe pure in your garden
eyes, I awake to your dawn
gaze, so bright and I can only
say Thank You for shining over me

make room to be present (31 Aug 2009)

9 Jan

make room to see
  see that red exists in greens
  trees can be a naked purple
  grass can be so far apart even
   in a carpet lawn
  see the warmth rise and set
  the dancing tea-light expand
   larger than its wick
  see the moon turn
   into a decoration
  or a pond stand still
  see what flowers look like asleep
   (like kittens waiting for milk)
  see birds make crazy angles
  and braches bop to their song of support

and in amongst all the perfect
placements, there exists so much
space, moving as fast as I walk and
  as slow as a breathing mind

make room to hear
  hear the throbbing digestive belly
  traffic, a constant toning of arteries
  and asphalt. The enormous song
  of trees, pausing and disappearing
  into the white noise, here comes
  a whispering blue, an enthusiastic
  yellow. Orchestrating, conducting
  from root to branch
  the dance in a birds throat
  pealing now into now

and in amongst all the perfect
notes there exists so much space, falling and held
in the vast orchestra of in-between
gaps, tuning fork trees, all is
here to exist in this sound
  so sound can exist

make room to smell
  a peculiar breath, entirely conscious
  smell the wood, alive and dead
  smell death, rich and sweet in the
  foliage, in the foliage smell life
   bringing attention to itself
  smell the heat, smell last night’s
  sleep, smell our feet next to the chickens
  and the chicken’s next meal
  And when sitting, a soft
  delicate fragile memory of fragrance
  wafts under my nostril
  into my spine, onto my lips, into
  my spine, onto my lips

and in amongst all the perfect
and stray memories and threads
comes the slow light fragrance of attention
  and breath

make room to taste
  taste the empty bowl when it was full
  while it is full. Linger on the crunch
  and texture; how it melts – knowing
  this in itself is delicious. How it bites
  back or holds an hour long flavour in
  one single bite. Let the tongue swim
  in desire for just this second because
  this sense, like none other, is willing
  to take its turn, slowly salivate
  desire bringing a perfect readiness
  nature is doing her job, nature is
  swallowing, digesting, absorbing
  and letting go exactly and precisely
  balancing a complex organism so simply
  so simply

and in amongst all the perfect
choreography of tongue and thanksgiving
I remember; I am blessed. I am
loved more than I will ever know.
I am Gratitude. Abundance. And the
pain-staking obliteration of everything
else focused on the end of my fork

make room to feel
  feel the pinpoint attention
  mine melting, yours piercing
  feel the still pond, feel the bolder
  drop when I lift the lid
  feel the slideshow reverberate on
  thin skin, feel the depthless
  struggle for survival, the nature
  of all things running its course, the
  disgrace and dignity dying like an
  extinction of something honoured
  feel the helplessness, go as deep as
  space itself, take the drop to the ocean
  and cry for humanity, for degradation
  that takes a being so far from
  home and so desperately hungry and thirsty

feel where you are not allowed
  to go, where the most beneficent and
  sustaining law for the soul
  is the very lid that denies and excludes
the heart of reality. Feel the dissection
the eroding and crumbling of the sun
the Life Giving. The source of sound
and sight
and smell
and taste,
feel all this shine sombrely, shine blazingly on
your skin!

and in amongst all the perfect
emotions, rough, raw and jarring
or polished as a weathered greenstone
feel the shakti rise and dance in one
cell, animate this cell, give life to this cell
sacrifice and make sacred all else
to this harbinger of truth, found in silence
– or song – in this perfect instinct

falling into grace (17 July 2009)

9 Jan

when I touch
when I burst into tears
when I read how well

you – a stranger –
are doing in your earthly
incarnation

simply being you
I touch a golden
beam, it brings lightness to

every tree, tall slender sky
scrapers dropping dew
like windy days, seeds

falling in grace
falling in delicate patterns
shaping the entire

story of our planet
you are lightness
  falling into grace

holy triangle (02 Dec 2007)

20 Aug

last night’s full moon gave me
a spectacular
touch

in the same way you do

I felt soaked in radiant light
and beauty and cocooned
in peaceful rest

I felt that close to you

and today, all day, I am bouncing
round in excitement
about seeing you again

about snuffling my way back into your arms

and chest with a kind of hic-cupping purr
and sigh and giggle
and maybe a snort too for good measure

bounce bounce
I’m so thrilled
it is you

I am coming to see

I turned over a new leaf last night
I start here – at the end of my story –
because, I have to confess

I haven’t held this space all week

my disentangling myself
from a triangle
made me face up to my

… dunno…

wants and desires perhaps
not sure, but I flowed with
my sense and impressions

to see where they would lead

and without much censoring
on my part, I came and left
the arms of

that triangle. We talked

through all that was unresolved
between us, and this led
us back in – and then very quickly out –

of that romantic space. I dived, I died

I dropped every moral ‘should’
to find the truth behind
the push and rush of desire

and in there I touched something insubstantial, an empty want

that gap where my ‘what ifs’ and ‘if onlys’
dissolved, so entirely
that – come full moon –

my heart said totally and utterly

You! I hope this doesn’t dilute
or pollute your still water pure heart
your total completeness, I accept

you can only be as angry (hurt?) as you need to be with me

know that I want to hear it all
for we have not talked
like this, raw and reflective

to each other, it’s new

it’s weird having no
track-record in your eyes
you must think me flaky

this bouncing round in an emotional triangle

is not my fare
I love and adore being total
the shadow in my heart was confused

for whatever reason. When we were together, I find

it is easy to be present with you
– even with those loose ties still hanging
in my heart

but this time apart has given me the necessary window

to naturally, open and air
cobwebs and veils and red cords
and without forcing

tie them up, and know they are not mine

I feel uplifted, knowing that Love
flowed as it intended
it told me the story I needed

to hear, in a way, this is kind of what you were asking

of me. To know. I just feel
that inappropriate knot and glare
– my own static –

that I didn’t censor the ending

God! I hope we can still chase butterflies
and golden light together
I hope we can do much more as one

I really truly want to commit

to being total with you
with no expectation other than
letting my self and your self come into Being

I love you and…

I know I am imperfect
and yet I am compassionately reminded
today that Life is Perfect

I think starting from friendship is
a gentle place to start. I can smile knowing
the vast and infinite love that you and I contain

will spill over the edges of friendship, we can’t help ourselves

my heart is dancing in your sphere
whether you join me or not
I am there

peace to you, Beloved, will you dance with me?

in sunshine
in rainshine
in moonshine

in love
out of love

in Christ, in Buddha, in Shiva

in body, mind and spirit
in total and absolute darkness
in radiant disarming light?

Will you dance with me Beloved?

the end (21 Oct 2007)

14 Aug

you are not mine
nor are you separate
you peer out of my eyes

you see so clearly out of yours and
you were in my heart
the whole time

it was Constance you said
that nudged you this way
to hear the shape of inside

and to feel the within of Now
you opened every window
shining me in all your

wondrous glory
to the truth that surrounds
sound, like silence (of you and me)

on a page of poetry
where we relax between words
and lines join into making

love that is what it is – connecting
letters and letting the full-stop slide
until until until …

I can not hide the end
it is a story of romance letting go
again and I created this masterpiece

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