Monthly Archives: August 2017
Character of her Vulnerability
I watch attentively as she talks to us as she works reverently on the old man’s feet; yet with the practiced sure hand of a surgeon as her strong lean hands snip away assuredly to the two withered feet laid like crown jewels on the eased pillows she turned her head aside and glances sidelong at me/ Her one leg noticeably smaller she directed her attention to it and how it came to be,I am already holding her in high esteem and I wonder if she knows she eposes her strength and vulnerability at the same time and wonder about the pain and if her giving of herself helps and wonder if holding her hand would help and she reminds me of a woman washing feet with her tears and drying them with her hair.
She shrugs off my handshake and hugs my son and I tightly and it gives me a sense of well-being and I somehow feel more assured and complete and I wonder if that might have been our day to connect or did it represent an open future door…maybe only a flash of purity in our souls.
If Wishes Were Horses
If wishes were horses how far could we ride?
Black and white horses, which color? You decide!
Matters little to me it’s contradiction that matters.
Yin and yang are good and evil mad as hatters
Could we leap fences and streams like wild deer and
Any other obstacles that might suddenly appear
Could we keep together on our glorious quest or
Race each other night, day to be the very best
Could we keep as our common goal absence of?
Malice or envy if only one was to ever reach the end
Would love survive above our personal ego’s needs?
Remembering that only through love we knew splendor
Kindled by kindred hope, knowledge, and finding others
We could set fire to the spiritual substance we knew
Living had always been a glorious event but now we
Exhilarated in the passion, the truth on fire we had been
Who knows at the end of this journeying our spiritual
Guest we might besurrounded by many from all beginnings
Dragon steeds of fire to illuminated substances of desire
Coming to this sacred rendezvous of peace, love for life-kind
Perhaps my journey begins again at the wall of my sanctuary
Listen very carefully at the wall; I need to revise my plan
Do or die as it has always been, one for me now and then
Be true to your quest and I will be back, be renewed once again.
Don’t despair; perhaps a black and white dappled will find you there