Across bone-white grass The shadowed psyche steps out Its garment’s torn. Dreams, remembering what they have lived without, Covered in the dark life, Begin shaping the cold. We have come so far. Hapless wounds and careless words Of who we were still echo. Yet, I believe. I believe that given chance, We meet our better Self. We take in this Stranger To break bread, Knowing we have so far to go. The time is now ~Pause the dance For love rises unbidden Seeking the un-forgiven, Turning to the patient Stranger Unfurling its wings. Oh better angels, lift us skyward!
If death weds us to new life,With soul as priestInvite me now to don white veilAnd sacred vows repeat.Weep not companion of companions,Does despair make you fear?Open to emptinessGrow clearBeyond good and bad,Beyond visions, or wings of desireBelow what’s not there,The soul casts its netLife longing its peer.
I can’t dance, I can’t fly, I can’t return I can’t weep, I can’t breath. I burn sorrow’s fire Heat beyond bearing, Singed black feathers, Fluttering in empty streets of longing, Lost hope, and memories of delicious laughter. No one applauds the miraculous muscle The unstoppable beauty poised, Waiting the last leap. In the quiet turning No looking back Only imagination opens To the unknown.
Under this Full Moon Life is slipping away.I ponder loss watchingMy barn burn. Death smoking the air, Flames fed by my livelihood. But if I now see the moon, Will my Buddha-Self fill with gratitude? Burn baby, Burn!
I weep for too many dying alone~ That so much love goes un-shared. Let death become a sacred talisman To love now! And bring us present in grief Embracing All Life. The pandemic cries, “Be One Heart! Show up empty handed. Join in reconciliation Reclaim Grace.” “May all that is un-forgiven in you, be released. May your fears yield their deepest tranquilities. May all that is unlived in you, blossom into a future graced with love.” (John O’Donohue blesses us with the last three lines.)
lub dub love in every breath.