I am not your possession​

I am not your possession.

You cannot own me.

I am not a book, a company, an idea, or even money.

I am not yours to have.

 

Look away with that eye of greed.

Glance it elsewhere

at someone or something

that glances back.

You cannot look me in the eye.

 

Let me be

in my innocence of desire.

You seek

to poison and impoverish me.

 

I am not your possession.

You cannot own me.

I am not a car, a boat, a place, or even a house.

I am not yours to have.

 

There, over there.

The one that dares

to look me in the eye.

To peer deep

and sees

my secret beauty

hidden deep beneath.

 

Let me be

with truth, courage, and expectation.

To see me in true light.

Who seeks

to know my nature, destiny,

and my inborn divinity.

 

Full of invitation, possibility, and depth.

 

But, not you.  No, not you.

 

I am not your possession.

 

 

I hunger deeply for less

I hunger deeply for less.

To feel what space feels like

and nothing else.

 

I hunger deeply for less.

To clear away

what is banal and exterior.

 

 

I hunger deeply for less.

To want for nothing

for all I have is welled up.

 

I hunger deeply for less.

To be nothing in a world that

desperately seeks to be

everything.

 

I hunger deeply for less.

To be in solitude in a world

centered on

greed and corruption,

lies and deceit.

 

I hunger deeply for less.

To strip away all that does not

matter even though

consumerism says that it does.

 

I hunger deeply for less.

To lay my soul down

naked to be illuminated

by the natural light of life.

 

I hunger deeply for less.

To lie silently with myself

and to know all that I need to know

lies deep hidden inside

waiting to be excavated.

 

I hunger deeply for less.

To love others and to be loved

in a world that lacks

empathy and compassion.

 

I hunger deeply for less.

To become a mystic in

the modern world.

 

I hunger deeply for less.

I hold you with reverence

I hold you with reverence

for all that you are and all that you are not.

 

 

I see the invisible sanctuaries in which lie

the secret stories woven deep inside

all with a heart of wonder and deep mystify.

 

I hold you with reverence

marveling at the mystery held deep within.

 

I hold you with reverence.

 

 

A celebration.

I celebrate you.

You celebrate me.

I celebrate you.

 

My heart celebrates all that is you.

Your heart celebrates all that is me.

We celebrate each other.

 

Take me

and

dance

and sing.

 

Take me

and

lift

my

soul

heavenward.

 

Lift me high, high, high

to where

the lovely light

of the eternal will

enrapture me.

 

I celebrate you.

You celebrate me.

I celebrate you.

 

I recognize you.

You delight me.

You recognize me

I delight you.

 

Take me

and let’s

dance and sing

in this moment

of actuality

down, down, down

nourishing

the deep dark

recesses of my soul.

 

I celebrate you.

You celebrate me.

I celebrate you.

 

My heart celebrates all that is you.

Your heart celebrates all that is me.

We celebrate each other.

 

A blessing, a gift.

My heart is content.

I lie still in gratitude.

 

Together, we have painted a picture

of belonging.

 

Celebrate!

 

In the shelter of my soul.

 

In the shelter of my soul, I find peace.

In a world that knows no boundaries,

I go inward.

 

In the shelter of my soul, I find familiarity.

In a world that is deep and cold,

I go inward.

 

In the shelter of my soul, I find belonging.

In a world that has no frames or frontiers,

I go inward.

 

In the shelter of my soul, I find you.

In a world full of anonymity,

I find a like echo in the intimacy

of the other.

 

My liberator, my savior, my redemption. 

Anger.

I hiss, I sputter, I spew.

 

Far too long I put up with it.

Just because, I wanted to avoid it.

 

“STOP!”

“NOW!”

 

I scream.

I can’t take it anymore.

 

Your lies, your deceit,

your blaming, your betrayal.

You psychoanalytical drama.

 

“STOP!”

“NOW!”

 

Anger.

I hiss, I pop, I screech.

 

My righteous anger rebels

against my own voice.

 

I can’t put me last

and you always first.

 

Don’t you see what you have done?

 

“STOP!”

“NOW!”

 

Perhaps, I am victim of a fire started

a long time ago?

 

Perhaps, I am too nice or eager to please

someone who gives two shits about me?

 

My fury simmers to a boil underneath

my nice exterior

until there is one moment

that I become more important

than you.

 

I unleash it.

 

Anger.

I scream, I wail, I cry.

 

Don’t you hear me?

 

I didn’t need to court your approval in the first place

why did I even try to?

 

A searing flame crackles deep within.

 

Anger.

I hiss, I bellow, I belch.

 

“STOP!”

“NOW!”

 

Now I have the power.

Now I am liberated.

Now I no longer comply.

 

You are not worthy of me.

I value life.

 

I claim my presence

here and now.

 

“STOP!”

“NOW!”

 

Anger.

My liberator, my savior, my redemption.

 

 

 

 

Great uncertainty

Now is the time

of

great uncertainty.

 

What I once knew to be true

I know not of anymore.

 

Dishelvement and confusion

weight me down

with gravity.

 

My heart is heavy.

My physical body tired.

I am spent.

 

Now is the time

of

great uncertainty.

 

But, yet you stand there

on the margins of

unknowing.

 

You encourage and guide

with your all your experienced

wisdom.

 

You know not of me,

but yet you walk in my

very shoes.

You understand me.

 

There is no judgment

just release.

 

Now is the time

of

great uncertainty.

 

I feel your whole

presence enfolding

and helping me

find that stairway up.

 

I crawl then climb

up, up, up

the staircase

towards the door ajar

where the dim light

leads me forward

out of the darkness that surrounds me.

 

Now is the time

of

great uncertainty.