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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
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/
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
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.
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