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.

 

 

The wound of mortality

You carry it.

I carry it.

We all carry it.

Deep in our heart

lie the wound of

mortality.

 

We try

to cover it with a blanket of skin,

but

no matter how much we try,

no wound is ever silent.

 

Beyond that fair exterior,

I feel the tremble

of your wound,

just as you feel the

tremble of mine.

 

You carry it.

I carry it.

We all carry it.

Deep in our heart

lie the wound of

mortality.

 

For one brief moment,

the sacred enters in

knowing exactly where our pain lay.

 

And, in that moment,

the divine light heals

your soul,

my soul,

as it gently weeps.

 

You carry it.

I carry it.

We all carry it.

Deep in our heart

lie the wound of

mortality.

 

For each of us,

the voice is different,

from a time when we were

damaged

or

wronged.

It evades time

and

analysis.

 

Only with waiting,

as with all great arrivals

in the soul,

healing comes from a place

we never predicted nor

anticipated.

 

Silently waiting for its time.

 

As your soul gently weeps,

as my soul gently weeps,

no wound ever remains silent.

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 mid-life desires

In mid-life, I long to inhabit my own dignity.

To wear it like a presence unknown.

 

The way I walk, the way I hold myself, the way that I sit, and speak or not.

 

In mid-life, I finally want to come into my own.

To wear my dignity with ease and composure.

 

The way that I look at you, hear you, and talk about you or not.

 

In mid-life, I desire to be respected and honored all for who I am.

To wear my self-esteem with confidence and brilliance.

 

The way that I look at myself with affection, understanding, and respect.

 

In mid-life, I no longer want to look out there for me, but deep within.

To honor my self, and to love who I am with concern and worthiness like a lover loves his love.

 

In mid-life, I want to bloom into the grace and graciousness that is all mine to claim.

To look deep into my heart and embrace the love and light that shines for all those who seek.

 

In mid-life, I want to wear my spirit held deep within, as my outer cloak, never to be robbed of again, only to be held like a precious gem.

 

In mid-life, I finally want to belong to myself letting my soul sing freely to you.