I have travelled far.

I have travelled far.

Into deep, distant crevices.

Crevices that mark the geography of my soul.

 

I have travelled far.

There is no turning back now.

I must continue.

I must continue forward into the fog and the darkness.

 

I have travelled far.

But, yet, I am frightened.

I am so frightened.

Of the distance ahead of me and the deep unknowns that lurk.

 

I have travelled far.

To come here.

Right here.

Right now.

 

Pushing toward the peak.

Driven by desire.

Pulled by longing.

 

I have travelled far.

 

Take my hand

and travel with me.

 

I can’t do it alone.

I have travelled far.

 

I need you.

 

We are Holy ground.

Like a steeled fortress

penetrated by the opposing forces,

my protective distances collapse.

 

Like a sacred temple,

my deep inner longings

and soul

live,

and yet you have entered.

 

Your presence and life have become my ground.

My soul and desires have become your sanctuary.

 

We walk together with great courage

and

with

vulnerability.

 

The armors of protection have collapsed.

We are confidantes

of the soul.

 

No longer fighting,

we have fused,

our battles have ceased.

 

We are Holy ground

in a singular

embrace.

 

 

Do you really have it all?

You have it all.

But what do you have?

 

You have the house.

You have the car.

You have the life.

 

But, do you really have it at all?

 

Do you have love?

In your heart

and

in your soul?

 

You have it all.

But what do you have?

 

You have the competence.

You have the respect of many.

You have self-assurance and confidence.

 

But, do your really have it all?

 

Do you have love?

The one thing that you heart beats for?

The one thing that your soul longs for?

No matter where you are

or who you are

or what you are

if you don’t have love

then you are the

poorest

of the

poor.

 

Do you have what

your

heart

so deeply

hungers for?

 

Do you really have it all?

 

 

 

 

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.

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!

 

A Nomadic Soul.

Deep inside lies a nomadic soul.

You see one facade.

The one for the world to consume.

To laugh, and joke, and cajole.

 

Deep inside lies a nomadic soul.

What is visible is not what lies deeply hidden.

Conformity in a world that demands uniformity.

To think, and to feel, and to be the same.

 

Deep inside lies a nomadic soul.

What is visible remains consistent.

It is only what you want to see.

To be the same at work, the same at home, the same with friends.

 

Deep inside lies a nomadic soul.

Longing for inner voyages that no one would ever guess.

Only my heart knows where it must go.

To meet its longing, to feel its beat, to be different.

 

Deep inside lies a nomadic soul.

Desperately seeking to answer an ancient call.

Full of creativity and imagination.

To dream, to bless, to be called.

 

Deep inside lies a nomadic soul.

Reaching out into the distance my soul aches

to unite with whatever or whomsoever

its desire it evokes.

Deep inside lies a nomadic soul.

Distant and apart from who I am outwardly

feeling the separation from the absence

of light and luminosity missing.

 

 

While I live in this world

of social this and social that,

my heart is in exile.

Wildly misunderstood

in a world that seeks not to understand.

 

Deep down …

lies an old nomadic soul.

 

 

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.