Contenta

Sometimes it is difficult to tell the stories as you're living them.
I've written some poems here, snapshots of moments that I want to remember always. More than that- I don't know if I'm yet capable.
The lessons that are unfolding themselves on this trip are life-altering and still beyond my descriptive reach.

Abundant, abundant Life. Truly.

I have been cleaning Mouna's house this week, in exchange for stay, and I am working my behind off. But it has been the most joyful experience. Cleaning meditation? Who knew? :)

So much Love to All I am far from now-

Red Thunder

i am weightless
i am free
my only Real obligation
is my Destiny
and i can hear Her
beckoning

She is the whisper
of the bee's wing
upon my cheek
She is the fertile earth
the new growth
the seedling

She rolls out like the thunder
before me
and sings to me
as i wander in the mountains
dizzy
with beauty

i have chosen to Listen to my Heart
and my support is
the boost her confidence
has
so long needed

go on, Little One
guide me-
for your feet dance to the rhythm
of celestial symphonies,
and i'm only just learning
how to
play

how humbling
that it is the Child
in me
that leads me,
in all things-

to the
heart
of the Divine.

Peace and Patience and New Life.

having taken myself out of the role
of victim
I have found myself on
solid ground
a space within myself
where I am my own
and no one else's

I am a circle.
I am complete.
Whole unto myself
I am no longer in Need
of anything, anyone

Now it is Desire
for
something, someone
a Life
that can be created together

how long have I hungered?
how long have I thirsted,
for such an other?

Wherever, whoever
they are
I know they are making their way
slowly,
snaking towards me
as our paths grow towards
each others'

All is as it should be,
and what is, Is.

I am grateful.

Hwy 64

three of us
laying in the back of a pickup
i think of sardines
and giggle
staring up at the
big blue beautiful
-sky-
is like time here
vast
and infinite
i am humming a Beatles song
under my breath
while the Road sings
beneath me
in harmony
we dance,
today
on this day
when nothing is going
"as planned"
i have unclenched my fists
and find myself
with open hands-
to give
to receive
to embrace
to let go.

Whooooohhooooooooo!

ooooooh if only excitement could translate into text and be read and simultaneaouly felt!!

LOVE-

Stolen Quote of Goodness

"To be nobody but yourself in a world that's doing its best to make you somebody else, is to fight the hardest battle you are ever going to fight. Never stop fighting."

- e.e. cummings

I needed this today. I stole it from Aaron Klein. :) I don't think he'll mind.

I'm just feeling tired of fighting. So, so tired.

Passion. Ambition. Balance. Peace.

Solita.

I am walking alone
on the side of the Road
crossing now and then,
to hitch
or not to hitch?
is my question

I look for the answer
around me
within me
the birds are singing,
a gentle breeze,
I can feel my leg muscles
strengthening
beneath me,
and there
are
bees
everywhere.

I find a crow feather, a gift
left in the grass
I pause and place
it in my
love-tousled hair

I reach the small town Mecca
open the door
to the air-conditioned oasis
looking for holy
water

the man behind the counter
sees the Frida portrait
that hangs from a cord
around my neck
and asks
if that's me

swollen with my pleasure
I almost tell him,
yes.

Dark Chocolate Almonds

the sky is grey
the clouds revealing
nothing of themselves,
only mirroring
reflecting back to me
the state of
my being

i keep putting down my coffee cup
and forgetting
where i left it
searching the countertops
and empty tables
until i forget
what i was looking for
to begin with

sometimes
we don't have answers
just those old familiar questions
that sit around like
old friends
lounging on the couches
in this,
the cafe
of my heart

their familiarity smacks of
something like
lessons
so i sit down and join them
and sip my coffee,
let it be the only thing
that's dark and brooding
this morning
and
lighten

lighten

lighten

up.