Say a prayer for me

Sometimes, it's writing a poem
~only if the words are coming from somewhere else...
As if something is flowing through you,
a river of emotion
you can physically feel
that flows through your being.

But it is always so unexpected.
So much that I am constantly aware now.
My senses hightened....
Waiting for that unexpected moment.

When something deeper will reach out
and engulf me
and give my life,
and all my actions,
however small, a deeper
and all encompassing context
...on a daily basis.

So say a prayer for me. And for yourself.

"Speak to me of God..."

He whispered to the tree.
The tree spoke in flowers

that blossomed in the barren scape of winter.

"Speak to me of God..."
Your fingers whispers

as the breath of Saint Francis.
And in the depth of a winter

that parts only to your touch...

I do...............................

Before
Who were we before this touch?
Once traced to memory...

will we hold forever the lines of our embrace?
Let my arms forget you.
Enter me new in every moment

...merging in the emptiness of before.
And only then remember.



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We Are This Burning
It's the nature of the flame to burn.
And for ash to long for the distant taste of fire.
We are at once yesterdays flame

and the ash of tomorrow.
Yet always now...
We are this burning.

Let me see

who you really are

will you reveal

your dark secrets

my eternal lover ?

What good am I?

Oh My Friend!


What good is your love ?
my friend
if it does not mirror
that which I don't know
about myself ?

What good is your love,
my friend
if I cannot prostrate myself
to the God of vulnerability
in your presence ?

Would you Tremble
like a drop of water
on a dark green lotus leaf
Just because it is?

Would you Become
the vanished river
I once wanted to be?

Would you then Stich
all the shards of broken mirrors
I gather around myself
for warmth?

I seek

I seek that,
which was not supposed to be

I seek that,
which had not occurred to me

I seek that,
which occurs accidentally

I seek that,
which suddenly overwhelms me

people say,
I know not what I want to be

people say,
I live indecisively

Can you then teach me, a more creative way to be ?

I wonder

I wonder.....

I find the fire within me

same in you ;

still why you r separate?

I wonder really....

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we travel together

drawing two parallel

inseparable lines
I look back

and

see

just one line