Friday, April 18, 2014

Living/Dying (for John)

The hole in my heart
How does it heal?
The birds scattered their
movements to the wind
Music made me want
to always be with you
forever in sound
And when I drove
I imagined you behind
the wheel
You gave me a push
and the road glided on by
The clouds moved
and the first sprinkles
of rain fell
as if crying for
the physical dimension
that is this Earth
All the pain and pleasure
All of this
is ours
to play with until
that time that we
run free
Free of the heaviness
but not of the love
The place you showed me
that morning in the dark
My movements floated
on air
There was such peace
a lightness hard to
describe in the words
we have here
Another space where the
body is not the body
but the soul is eternal
I didn't have to cry anymore
It's that place
Where the flowers kiss
the breeze
The sunlight is bright - a brilliance
not of this Earth
and the ships pass on by
I will see you there
In living we are dying and
in dying we are living


Venice

People disappeared into the mist
Like heartbeats thumping
And the same sight I saw before
Was still there
20 years later
I tripped again and again
My own angel was following
Telling me I was lost
In those long flowing robes I first
Saw him in
Lost in the deserts of Egypt
Where I had been before
And rode on a camel
Seeing the sky and many lights
We are here on the Earth
Yet not here, he said
Hold my hand forever
For I will always be here
And always have been
I woke from the dream laughing
So hard the tears cramped my eyes
Now I remember the desert, his hand,
And the sky
The wonder that most turn a blind eye
And through the many lives I've lived
All different places, different times
Have not left me unwanting 

 Lost in the Sand by Mimo Khair http://mimokhairphotography.com/

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Muse


The street was crowded
and at every corner
I turned and
thought of the muse
that shimmered
like a diamond
soaked fog
on the San Francisco Bay
I used to sit there and watch
the still shots of
life surrounding me
a long time ago, it seems
but it wasn't
it's like painting a picture
something always escapes,
an elusive detail robbing
the canvas
colors run together slowly making
life of what was just
gray matter
moving fast forward, I stop the
train and turn to look over
The palette
it almost had me thinking otherwise
but it made perfect sense.

 Painting by Mark Rothko

Still



I wonder, I wonder
I move and sometimes the air
Moves with me
I see you
I look up
I see your eyes
And wonder about the way
I shift in my shoes
As your pupils gaze at me
I become deaf and realize you've been talking to me
I wonder what you would do
If I put my finger on your cheekbone
Under your eyes
Looking at me
And traced down the map of your face
Until you stopped me
I'd feel your neck too
I wonder what you'd do
If my hand came home to your lower back
And pressed you hard against me
I think I'd stop wondering
I could feel the blood like Siamese twins
Between us
And now you've finished talking
And look at me that way
The pinpoints of your eyes
Caress mine as time is frozen for one, two seconds
It's hard to tell
It's so still
And so are you


 Alex Grey - Kissing 1983

Empty





Empty was how I felt
Flat as a crepe
Without the filling
I blessed the floor
For it kept me in one place
Even as I walked
Baby steps I hoped
For a love like you
To fill me
Like an empty container
Waiting in the closet
For some cold hands
To touch it
Eagerly anticipating
The drink





Saturday, January 14, 2012

Greatness


I'm lying down seeing you/ as you smile at me/ your strength and ego are not the same/ I run to you with longing/ so precise it removes any doubt/ about what you and I are feeling/ I know when I write words/ they like a great love/ are always and forever bound/ by trees as paper/ turning yellow with age/ I can only hope to be with you similarly long/ living side by side/ with all of life's pleasures/ like a blue sky crisp in winter/ reflected in the snow on a lake/ I saw long ago/ I took a chance/ on standing in the frozen wilderness/ thinking this could end/ this could crack/ but I'd rather try anyway/ than forever live with wondering/ what could have been/ my feet slipped over the crystalline surface/ moving with freedoms long left behind / full of exhilaration/ brought me to the highest place/ just like your love/ I'm free but I choose/ to be encased in your sphere of passion/ and I see that life is suddenly/ beautifully real/ all the pain/ all the magic/ all the possibility/ I also see that/ in all this time/ I have been the one stopping myself/ from greatness.






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