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.

 

 

 

An echo deep within my heart

I hear an echo

deep within my heart.

 

A longing for absence.

A search for that what has vanished.

 

A metamorphosis inside.

I come in from a distance

and find warmth

at you hearth.

 

I hear an echo

deep within my heart.

 

An ancient longing

only satisfied

by recognition.

 

I open myself,

I lose myself.

 

I hear an echo

deep within my heart.

 

Fractured until I fall at your feet

and there I find

the deepest part of myself.

 

I hear an echo

deep within my heart.

 

I open myself,

I lose myself.

 

Belonging stirs an ache

in my soul

until I rest in the fracture

of loss.

 

I lie in ruins

in my inner house.

 

I hear an echo

deep within my heart.

 

I open myself,

I lose myself.

 

Danger, magic

Danger, magic

All in one.

Knowing.

 

My mind seeks and explores

thoughts move back and forth

like a relentless voyager.

 

Danger, magic.

All in one.

Knowing.

 

Distant shores beckon me.

Like waves rolling me to and fro,

I long to discover anew.

 

Danger, magic.

All in one.

Knowing.

 

I am a pilgrim

in search of

ecstasy,

in search of

discovery.

 

My mind rolls on waves

to the shores

of mystery,

I am called to discover.

 

Thoughts roll to and fro

fractured

through the prism of life.

 

Danger, magic.

All in one.

Knowing.

 

I am a discoverer.

I am an explorer.

An archeologist of the

soul.

 

Drawn by the unknown

into the mystery,

from anonymity to intimacy.

 

Danger, magic.

All in one.

Knowing.

 

I awake to the numinous

lying below

cloaked as knowledge

but emerging as desire.

 

 

 

“To be dead is stop believing in the masterpieces we will begin tomorrow.” ¬†— Patrick Kavanaugh

 

Deep in the heart of nature

Like a brilliant chorus,

the stream plays its music

gurgling along.

 

Like a brilliant chorus,

the river rushes by

linking us to the symphony of the wide expansive ocean.

 

Like a brilliant ballet,

the earth dances in the light,

and then settles into the darkness.

 

Like a majestic tabernacle,

all around us

Nature moves in its stillness

and comes to voice.

 

Like a monk living in contemplative life,

nature sits in silence, solitude, and stillness

until the risen arises

and longing becomes belonging.

 

Deep in the heart of nature.

 

 

Running wild and free

Hustle, bustle.

Day by day goes by.

I am lost in a swirl of endless work.

Nonstop tragedies.

Emergencies that are not mine.

 

And, then I stop.

I remember running,

wild and free.

 

Running miles and miles in the woods.

Over and over, foot in front of foot

31 miles gone by.

 

And, I remember

being wild and free.

 

My soul stirs for

the edge of the mountain

where I hear the echo

of birds and the wind in the trees.

 

My soul stirs

when I go out alone

and enter the immensity of solitude.

 

My soul stirs

when I go to places

in the mountains

alone

above the modern world

where rain and wind

have sculpted the landscape

into beautiful and fragmented

portraits.

 

And, I remember running,

wild and free.

 

I must go back into the mountains,

on the trails,

where I am purified and feel my

strength return.

 

My heart is heavy and confused

lately.

Tears roll easily.

 

I long for this quiet eternity

to restore

my lost

tranquility.

 

And, I remember running,

wild and free.

 

Where I return home to my soul.