Love and Gentleness (The Day Before the Day Before)

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The
Day before
The
Day before,
As
I sat in my den
On
My meditation pillow,
A
Deer visited
Me
During my daily card reading.

A
Totem
Of
Gentle heroism,
Of
Tenderness
And
Patience,
It
Eased into my soul.

“Be gentle to you,”
She
Said as she stood
In
My mind’s eye.

Gentleness:
Patience
Fully embraced,
Love
Sprinkled with tact.

Ah, love!
The
Same morning ritual
Directed
Me to embrace
The
Overflowing Chalice,
The
Endless gifts of love,
Its
Eternal power
To
Heal, bond, evolve.

“Why, of course,”
I
Reasoned to myself,
“This
Is how I live!”
These
Cards were affirmations
And
Nothing more.

Oh, that
Day
Before
The
Day
Before
Soon
Brought upon my path
So
Many varieties
Of
Frustration
(From
Both self and others)
As
I felt my pulsing rising
With
Self-blaming
At
Not having accomplished
All
I had set out to do,
All
I had determined to do,
All
That had to complete.

Frustration
Upon
Frustration
Built
As calls went unanswered,
Things
Broken stubbornly refused repair,
And
All plans slowly froze
Into
A crescendo of nagging inertia
And
Incompleteness
As
Too many clocks kept ticking.

Those cards, reminders
Of
That morning’s contemplation,
Sat
Near my meditation pillow
And
My peripheral eyes
Did
Catch sight of them
As
I hurried past in the hall.

Instead
Of giving myself
Into
Further disappointment
Or
Allowing assertiveness
To
Flare into self-aggression,
I
Stopped.
I
Stopped
And
Sat on the meditation pillow.
I
Meditated
And
Recalled the lessons
Of
The overflowing chalice
And
The still deer.

Thus reminded
Of
Myself beyond
The
Niggling waking world,
I
Allowed myself
To
Be an imperfect human
And
Feel rejoice (AGAIN)
In
The perfect gifts
Of
Love and gentleness.

Embracing laughter,
I
Visited my logic
And
Realized
I had accomplished
Much;
I had done all
That
I could given
All
That filled my path.

I must endeavor
To
Allow myself
To know
Love and gentleness
As
Lasting gifts
From
The
Day before
The
Day before.

A Gathering Storm at Sunset

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A gathering storm at sunset greeted my return to my distant home,
The sun given only the slightest piece of sky as darkened clouds
Settled across the hillside, itself shorn of its crops;
All in anticipation of a cold damp rain that invited memories
Of past vibrant fall days rapidly yielding to harsh winters.

My mailbox, earlier filled by the postman in his battered jeep
Now occupied my attention as I made my way through offers, bills, and magazines
Ignoring the magical art The Universe was busy painting on the horizon
Until the piercing light flowed from hilltop to my colorblind eyes.

My lap full of mail, I slowly guided my car away from the end of the drive
And saw the gathering storm at sunset not only with my eyes and heard its few
Heavy rain drops not only with my ears, but disembarked from my vehicle
And became one with it as I experienced the magic of The Universe.

There is That Moment

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There is that moment,
That moment
When the low, deep sound
Precedes everything,
When your crow becomes silent
And the morning becomes brighter.

There is that moment,
That moment
When you can hear
That deep roar
Just before the whistle sounds
As fantasy dances with hope
To magic’s song.

There is that moment,
That moment
Right near the yellow line
And
You stare up the
Continuous welded rail
And look with all your might
Toward the low hum
Toward the whistle blowing
It dislodging your crow,
Announcing to all your life
And the lives near you
Of your upcoming adventure.

There is that moment,
That moment
When the sunrise doesn’t mean anything,
When the ferry crossing Puget Sound
Doesn’t mean anything,
When your crow
Doesn’t mean anything,
When adulthood doesn’t mean anything
Because you are focused,
Totally focused
On the sound of that train,
The rolling thunder
That makes places become your past
To
Make way for your future.

There is that moment,
That moment
When the train
That
Transforms you
Transports you
To another place
As its deep roar grows louder,
Grows closer
Rendering insignificant
The merely human voices on the platform:
How can they compete
With the magic inside your head,
With the magic inside your soul?

There is that moment,
That moment
When the train stops right in front of you
And know your world is perfect
As
You climb aboard
Begin your magic journey,
And you are also the crow
Resting on a nearby fence.

Her Time

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A summer’s night
Solitude evaporated
After the call.
“Tell me what you see,”
Her scared daughter said
Before going to pray.

My body
Knew sensations:
My stomach went tight,
My throat went tight.
My mind started racing,
My heart started pounding,
My tears started flowing.

Breathing
Breathing
Breathing

Back to my here and now
Back to me.
Back to not me.

My head ached
My joints ached
My skin burned.

Breathing
Breathing
Breathing

Back to my here and now.
Back to not me.
But, to she
Whose
Name and pain
I now knew.

My body now running
Under the moon
Around the pear tree,
My mouth now chanting,
“I feel it is her time,
I know it is her time.
Sending in The Angels
Sending in The Light.”

‘Round
‘Round
‘Round
The pear tree, I ran
Beneath
Beneath
Beneath
The full moon
Chanting
Chanting,
Chanting
Until her sad daughter told me
She was now with The Angels.

BeDoKnow (A Chant)

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BeDoKnow                                                Love
KnowBelieveBreathe                            Love
BreatheEmbraceFeel                            Love
FeelLoveNow                                           Love
BreatheLoveNow                                    Love
KnowLoveNow                                        Love
BreatheLoveNow                                    Love
BeLoveNow.                                             Love

BeDoKnow…                                             LoveLoveLove

I Apologize 2 No 1

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I Apologize
2no1
4 being
Even IF.

I apologize
2no1
4 being
Even IF
My being makes
U uncomfortable.

I apologize
2no1
4 living beyond
My past pain
4 loving beyond
My past loves
Even IF
U can’t embrace that.

I apologize
2no1
4 not being good enough
4 not being man enough
4 not being nurturing enough
Even IF
U can’t honor my path.

I apologize
2no1
4 knowing souls
4 dancing with spirits
4 experiencing other’s feelings
Even IF
That scares
U
And doesn’t fit
In your narrow mind.

I apologize
2no1
4 being like a tree
4 reaching skyward
4 growing deeper my roots
Even IF
U can’t be inspired,
U can’t grow, and
U can’t be alive.

I apologize
2no1
4 being a grounded dreamer
4 writing my soul
4 the worlds inside my head
Even IF
U judge,
U mock, and
U condemn.

I apologize
2no1
4 really loving me
Even IF
U r envious
U can’t be a miracle, and
U can’t embrace miracles.

I apologize
2no1
4 embracing bliss
Even IF
U flock to pain,
U welcome hurt, and
U seek out disappointment.

I apologize
2no1
4 honoring U
4 honoring your path,
Even IF
U can’t give 2 me
The same honors.