Posts Tagged Love
That Hole, It Survives
A ghost sat
on me, relishing
in darkness
my colored
dance with her warm red hugs –
she left me nothing
Dark Sun Through Broken Windows
Waving at
frozen suns, begging
for warmer
lives, seeking
quiet times when love will not
be missing, stolen
.
On Tuesday, Meditation Did Big Things to Me
Some days, I’m
healed, craving deep,
frozen time,
holding this
now, wishing for old friends, but
they’re gone, so I sit.
.
By Myself, I Can’t Get Back Up Again
I fall in
roadside ditches, mud
splashes my
face, smothers
my blown hopes, but some grant me
grace, allow me life.
.
Etude 2017-5 — One Day My Dog Began to Love Me
Posted by Carl in Finding Purpose, Music on March 30, 2017
Take a Look in the Mirror – Meditation on Mean People Pushing Their Big Carts Around at Costco
I see self,
but this moment, I’m
so oddly
kind, gentle,
I know that inside of me
is meaner than they.
Do You Know What Happens When Music Causes Great Joy? You end by…
Grabbing blaz-
ing bulbs afire with
super dogs
licking your
face, blowing cauldrons, bubbles
fizzing out your tops.
Fires and Greatness in Darkest Recoveries
Today, the
ledge flies sharply through
my brain mush
but time, she
stopped and carried me deeply
into sands
glazing my
brain and the ledge stretched
far to moons
glistening
telling me I’m the greatest
speck, resting.
The Sharp Brevity of an Isolated Spiritual Experience
For most of the day,
I had been treading
carefully, waiting and hoping
the tiger would eat me,
or leave me, and my daughter,
suffused in weightless smiles,
happiness. We had walloped
golf balls, hammered them
and missed them and whiffed
at them, so our energy
had been expelled. Driving
east in a smooth vehicle
like an oblong bubble. It was
evening, the sun in the
obligatory west, and maybe
it was a rear-view mirror,
but we were bathed in
gold, bliss and blessedness
on Highway 10.
.
She Melts My Competitive Spirit
I was coaching my team,
winning handily.
She was coaching the other
team, and I loved her, so
I crossed the field, told her
how to work her players so she
could beat my team, as I knew my
weaknesses, and she beat us, and I
still loved her, still today, always.
Her merciless, innocent smile
still kneads my heart.
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