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.

 

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.

 

 

 

I am anxious, I am scared.

I am anxious, I am scared.

My soul trembles deep within, my confidence escapes.

 

I am anxious, I am scared.

I know not what lies ahead of me, only behind.

 

I am anxious, I am scared.

I live in an interim period of what is between.

 

I am anxious, I am scared.

I feel no humor or sense of irony about me.

 

I am anxious, I am scared.

I wait each day for a coming liberation to free me.

 

I am anxious, I am scared.

One day soon, I will stop the punishment and smile.

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.