Thursday, December 29, 2011

For A While



For a while I couldn't dream, it was like
a sad part of myself killed the dreaming
I would sleep like a stone hitting the bottom of a pond
The murky middle alone with me
The time of death, of dying surrounded
And the days before, when what you were talked to me
I remember more about the times you weren't there
I thought God must be like this, all powerful
Though you weren't really
Only flesh and bone, my father
In your dying I sprang forward
Growing into my true self
When I did dream, I was on an island
An otherworldly glow filtered through
And a field of daisies danced high in the wind
I saw a freighter passing and knew
It was you
Going on into the light
And when I woke, my heart ached
to be back there with
the green hills, the hallelujah light
instead of where I could not touch your skin
Because I saw,
I saw it before you became ashes
They said it there, that a member of the family had to view
I said yes - you looked so still
I had no fear of saying the wrong thing
You were not there anymore



 Muzaffer Mehmet ErSelcuk 




Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Lie In You (Shaman Circle Mantra)



I lie in you

And around you

I am your beauty

I am your song

I am the earth

Surrounding & circular

The power of which

Lifts me higher

Spiraling to ascension

I am free

I am strong

I have a choice

I pick my lives





Sculpture by Henry Moore

Blue



Eyes and eyebrows to/your soul/
blue and a tongue and lips i/
could almost feel/on mine/
but I didn't dream about you
/just everybody else/and moving by me/
or standing next to me you/
feel the molecules move/as they do/
when there's a breeze/
when I fall into/the blue water/
deep pools/ that show/
my reflection and/I would love to/
but can't/taste something/of your skin/
the salt/the wax/they way 
your blue jeans fall/around your hips/
your ankles and/the way you walk/the width across 
your back/and the brown of your hair/pointing 
/your features/pointing at me/who me?
/fall on me then breathe/naturally/
with vision of the future/
because my eyes/have seen yours
/before.




 Gustav Klimt "The Bride" - unfinished

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Mountains





So much
Wasted talent
From those
Who are
Unable to
Jump out
Of their minds.
Listen,
Relax and
Just
Breathe.
The air
Is fantastic
For those
Perched
On the
Mountain
Ledge,
High.
Try it,
At
Least
The fall
Might be
Worth it.