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And they wanted to heal,

But the requests were riddled 

In disguises,

With delusions of grandeur,

And hopes of great riches and fantasies,

And so the healer likened the journey to the deep sea diver,

Who falls into the water with arms opened wide,

And forges his way to the depths of the ocean,

Deeper, and deeper,

He passes the wreckage of lost ships, and human waste

Of days past,

And at times must close his eyes to the remembrance

Of pain too haunting,

Because he knows the journey to reach his "treasure",

his "core",

Is a merciless path.

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And when he reaches the ocean floor, 

He does not stop,

Because he knows what lies beneath is what he must face,

And so he begins to use the tools he learned,

And finally, after chipping away for months and years,

he uncovers

The worth of his soul,

With great joy, he retrieves the lost and precious gems

Of his existence,

And he begins his hopeful journey to the surface,

But his suffering does not end,

Because the road up, 

Even more wrought with turmoil as he endures

The caustic resentment

From those with no knowledge,

And he is made to relive the loss of his soul treasure 

Over and over,

Time and again the relentless visions of pain and torment,

That satiate the hunger of blindfolded eyes and sullen, hopeless spirits,

Hungry for the taste of their own lost piece of life,

Lost in their lust for material gain.

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They cannot see his treasure is within,

The lack of "sight" for the divinity of his excavation

Into the "earth" within himself,

A common ignorance of human existence,

To be unaware of what one sees as 

"Separate",

"Derilict",

"Different",

"Ungodly".

And his plight becomes even worse than he could have ever imagined.

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But when he reaches the surface of the water,

This vortex of pure love for all humanity,

Created by and through his own wounds,

Lifts him over the water,

And only then 

He revels in the love meant for him from the beginning.

The hard work that could only be done by him.

No pill,

No man,

Woman,

Dollar amount,

Could have created it.

So you say you would like to heal?

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Untouchable

Unknowable

Intangible

Deeper darkness lurking in the twilight,

Murky depths, rejected by the sunlight.

Monsters creeping in the dark, 

Gleaming eyes filled with savagery, 

Mouths filled with glistening teeth.

I have walked amongst apparitions. 

I have faced demons and gods. 

No foe or ally is greater than myself.

The split, the divide, is as

Different as day and night, 

Greater than the space

Between the darkest point of the ocean

And the stars. We exist

Between the realms.

Aware of both, grasping one, 

Fearing the other,

When nothing truly exists. 

For what is the self other than

A collection of thoughts, 

Of ideas, a ghost?

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...Because my love,

What is life, but love in motion?

A constant churning,

A burning,

A sometimes seemingly

Facetious

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Cycle 

Of

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Pain,

Joy,

Disappointments,

Confusion,

Struggle,

Hope,

Appreciation,

Breath and yes,

Death mixed in

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From the very day we are born,

Leaving its mark deepest

On some moments we are feeling forgotten, 

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Forlorn,

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And with eyes open to this we can rejoice,

In knowing that even our very death

Is our own choice.

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Take my body if you will,

But our souls, my love,

Belong unto only each savior's will,

Some in the hands of devils,

Others' in a  wading pond unclaimed,

Mine belongs to love,

Without blame,

Without shame.

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Copyright 2013

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We are partners.
Paired - but not out of need.
Attracted - but not out of fear.
Complete - in our individual wholeness.


The calm we feel
is only equal to our passion
for ourselves, our life and the thirst for more.


We give
to ourselves what we need,
to our partners what we want,
and to the world around us
love to heal.


We are not perfect
but we don't expect ourselves,
our partner,
to be.


We are merely
grateful,
trusting,
and powerful
in our commitment
first to god
then self
then each other.


For us
that is the only way.


We rest calmly
in the glow of our own godliness
our own frailty
and our own compassions.
What a glorious light
we have.

Sorrow filling my lungs

Choking on the tears

Crushing my heart

But I’ve never felt so alive

Underwater Trying Not To Drown

Cinders to ash, ash to smoke

My soul caught on the breeze

And left this empty corpse behind

Far behind and not looking back

Why can’t we go back to who we once were?

I raise my hands

I give up

Finally death overwhelms my soul

Ashes to ashes

To earth we return

To the embrace of home

And I am going home

But death is just the beginning

A small step to a greater journey

So don’t mourn my passing

Don’t cry

But laugh hysterically

Shout till your lungs burst

Because I’m waiting for you

I’m waiting for you to catch up

Because you are a step behind

And we’ll love again when you come here

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(photo from lightworkers.org)

he feels dejected,

grim, down-in-the-mouth,

mirthless, mournful, 

moody and droopy,

dragged, trite,

and nothing is right, 

anguished, forlorn,

woeful in the depths of despair.

he tries to think 

of sweetest memories,

but as he casts his 

grappling hook to 

secure his ascent

over the walls he's built,

the rope becomes 

frayed and breaks.

the weight of his 

guilt has grown too 

ponderous, and his

spine too soft to

bear the rigors 

of the climb that he

now sees he must 

journey on his own.

sinking deeper into

his abyss he struggles 

to remember something 

other than this limbo

of darkness and dread,

the disbelief of this reality

he fails again and again

to overcome, and desperation sets in.

clinging to old feelings,

and the desire for a love 

long gone, he withers

in a sea of hopelessness,

and every good memory

takes him back to the 

bottom of this wallowing 

pit of sorrow and pain.

people pass by,

some with compassionate

flurries of empathy

that quickly ferment to feed 

the destruction of any 

aspirations for change,

and the nature of his misery

flourishes unto his bitter end.

he thought she was his world,

and now she's gone,

moved on to another dimension

on the wings of a dove,

to blaze new trails without him,

but his mind cannot accept

that was the whole purpose of 

their meeting in this life.

she came to prepare him

for this dark night of the soul,

and his task is to overcome it,

he listens for her voice

to soothe him as it did before,

and the scorching fires of 

truth that strip his soul naked

have left him angry and inflexible.

and when he sleeps, 

she watches 

through timeless portals,

the man she left behind, 

and wonders 

if he'll ever pass

the test 

of this lifetime.

he doesn't seem 

to understand her whispers in the dark,

he only understands the love they had so long ago,

he's trapped in something 

only he can bring unto an end,

or wander in his denial, his heart never to mend,

for unbeknownst to him this lifetime is his only chance

for them to ever have another lifetime in this dance.

11:41 PM 8/7/2013  ©

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