our love

the gift

croning woman
falls in love.

agape flowers
from beyond
within.

the expression
as outflow
is
as endless
as the unfathomable depth
of the inside
of the inside.

lunch

I made my son lunch today

and fed him my listening.





lamb shank and white bean stew
à la Julia Child

Reflections, How I Shine

I have a way of meeting the other in cyberspace

That can make you more real to me than myself.

You become so attractive 

I shine you way up.

You are awesome,

inspiring,

good.

In a blink of the eye this admiration can become comparison

and I am lost.

This mind can be compulsive about knowing itself

This mind leaves her own heart at the drop of a hat,

This heart wants deep practice.

This mind moves like light speed

Away from center

Again and again.

I praise you, I adore you, I admire you, I support you.

And this small voice inside me

Still calls for me to stay

Just a bit longer 

To finally be known as the one and only,

source of light.

I still look for god and goddess in the air

Through cyber space there are innumerable paths to take,

As if all that my mind confirms is real, 

is real.

Our physical meetings are quieter, less dramatic

There is less chance to leave myself.

I can see our similarities, 

I can feel your concerns and strengths, 

I can feel myself.

This is the gift of the body,

to invite embodiment.

I wake this morning

To discover once again,

how to play, 

how to create 

how to remain in touch.

Beseeching the Divine to come closer

I want to feel our connection

In every cell.

Maybe that is what I have been doing all along,

Perhaps there is nothing to change.

Perhaps I am created just this way,

To be just this way.

I am seeing myself more and more and more 

Like the Moon.

Reflecting your Sun

Is how I shine.

Relationship

Relationship

If all this is only me, 

and all I know or not of me,

How do I relate to you, 

who only knows all of you

and the more that awaits the revealing,

in our meeting?

By listening, 

making space for the fine yellow finch seeking breakfast.

By receiving the messages

By feeling my responses,

opening or closing.

By asking questions

How hungry are we?

I work on some stuff through words

So that the truth can be embodied.

Oh, the words did flow for years

Thoughts flew.

So many wild stories

So many dear stories

All love stories,

the only story there is.