Wrapped Up

Wrapped up in tangled twisted vines that nourish
Nourishing just enough for minimal body survival
Squeezing tight enough to muffle the soul’s voice
Marionette strings pulling and tugging toward a path
A path away from the heart's desire
An inability to negate or say “no”
The only hope is to continually struggle
Until sinewy muscle grows strong enough
To finally break free

Breathe

Inner-Gold locked away
Behind perfect numbered padlocks
Smash the door, destroy the gates
Before inner-flames grow too dim
Breathe once more
Let inner-light shine in all directions

Magma

Beneath flowery meadows
A force longingly lingers
Waiting for the chance to once more
Reclaim and re-create

The Eye

With you I feel a raging storm
And a great sense of calm...

Ego Strokes

If we pay attention to the ego strokes that really hit the bull's eye, that really hit the mark in us, I believe it's possible to get a better idea of who we wish to become, or who we already are but do not realize it yet. If we were able to own these parts while simultaneously letting go of them, trusting in some of our inherent "Is-ness", then I think we'd be walking on the path of growth.

Mourning Our Hidden Selves

I woke up early this morning after a dream (a dream I can't recall)... I started to reflect on what has transpired in recent days. I started to reflect on the vulnerable parts I had been shielding and hiding away from myself and from others.  There exists a special sacred space that I often hold for others, but never hold that same space for myself. It's a space of total vulnerability, love, and acceptance that I wish I could hold for myself but do not...

Someone offered me that special sacred space, and I slowly stepped in, allowing myself to talk about so many things in myself that I'm ashamed of, but can never fully access on a very conscious level. I hide those parts away and try to keep them hidden, but they linger underneath the surface. As I reflected upon all of these things I had been ashamed of in myself, and as I reflected upon the person who had so graciously allowed me, or facilitated the process of me stepping into the waters, I slowly began to tear up in one eye. I began thinking of how grateful I am, but then something else surfaced. Suddenly I started to cry more and more until a flood of tears came flowing over both sides of my face. I started to sob, mourning for all of those hidden parts I've been so ashamed of for so many years. Softly while sobbing I uttered the words, "Oh God" as if touching upon something divine. I'm not even a deeply religious person (in the typical sense), and yet I uttered these words. I could feel my face contorting and twisting as I continued to mourn.

All of these parts tucked away for so long, wishing to be loved and accepted, wishing to no longer feel ashamed, wishing for a sense of okayness... now exposed and naked in the presence of someone who strangely is just like me... I have been given the love I give to others, but can't give to myself... And I realize just how beautiful and valuable and powerful that kind of love is...  All of this time I've been offering that to others not fully realizing the value that exists in the act, not fully realizing the value that exists in me.

I have been touched by both beauty and sorrow at the same time, and now I suddenly realize why I love these things so much: It represents the space of Being.

TL;DR

You are a long passage
Whose entrance most pass over

For those who do take the time 

To read the words

To fully comprehend the meaning

They're rewarded with your riches

Your hidden treasures

Your Inner Gold

Shivering

Shaking and shivering
This ache fulfilled
A tear to my eye

Open Book

We are an open book whose pages can randomly end
I savor each page from top to bottom
I dance with the flow of the lines
Each moment, each letter: Joy

To read and to know the words is to know you
To read and to know the words is to know me
To share in the unfolding story 
Is to share a portion of the Path

The Words

Tell me the words my soul already knows
But my mind has yet to believe...

NFs: Naked Feelers

I want to lie naked with you in so many ways...
And each time I touch you...
I want you know your own beauty
I want you to know your own warmth, your own essence
I want you to know the wholeness that already exists within you
A wholeness that should be shared and shone out into the world
For all to bask and revel in...

Our Shadows Revealed

As we gaze upon the brightest light
Our darkest shadows are revealed
As we continue to worship the light of the sun
Can we continue to feel worthy?

Divinity placed upon others

So often we chase divinity, placing it upon others. We see gods and goddesses who we hope can fulfill us, and make us whole. We wish from them an eternal unconditional love that we cannot give to ourselves. We wish their being can deal with our demons we cannot beat on our own... We place the burden of gods onto mere mortals...

When utopia is broken our greatest potential is revealed. We're revealed fully in both light and dark, so in a strange way we achieve a kind of unstable temporary wholeness when more of ourselves are temporarily revealed... heaven, hell, earth...

Your Warmth

I'm but a planet caught in your pull
Am I even a planet at all???
I fear being too close, swallowed by your flames
I fear being too far, drifting alone into empty space
To stay in orbit to feel your presence?
Or to drift out-of-orbit and feel your absence?