Sweetest, softest cuddling, I lie at death's front door, Thoughts go back to yesterday, I pray for one day more. Legs once held me fast and firm, Now useless to the task, Just one more step is all I want, Is that too much to ask? Eyes once spoiled to the sight, Of a morning Sun reborn, Now blinded to all that is, It's the wasted time I mourn. Lying there within myself, A fire came alive, My story would not end this day, In fact it would now thrive. All that I had ever known, Changed one fateful day, An oath I swore to live again, And never give my time away. Through love and strength and fortitude, A new life there was to live, I could no longer hold the pain within, In fact, I would forgive. Now I run through weathered paths, And climb the hills I see, I love with the fiercest lion's will, A love that starts with me. Blessed I was with sight again, To look into her eyes, Blessed I was to stand again, Underneath our Summer skies. For in the end I was born to be, Tested, tried and true, To be the man I need to be, When I was led to you. A poet born to tell a tale, Of lovers walking in the Sun, A warrior reborn to her, To the heart that is the One.
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Tom is a stroke survivor, a seeker, a meditator, a veteran firefighter and rescue tech, a motivational speaker, a poet, and a blogger (new site) & author. He is also the father of three and as their student and teacher, has found applying spiritual practices to all aspects of life provides a vast amount of possibility and abundance. Tom has discovered that true forgiveness is the key to a pure heart, and a pure heart can lead us to wondrous experiences.
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Come to me, she said to me, And I obeyed. I climbed to touch the stars, Just to fall forever in her arms. Come to me, I said to her, And she did. Fallen from the clouds of destiny, Just to land forever in my arms. In the moment, When our flesh began its enjoyment, We new that forever wasn't just ahead, But a memory of lives once lived, together. Our heartbeats are surely finite, Yet they echo in eternity, A truth beholds its Maker in love, A man beholds a vision in his soul. A warrior though I be, Tears do flow in the moment of our departure. A stoic though I am, I hold firm to the testament of a life worth living. As she departs, As we leave for the spaces we call home, I realize that heaven is where her body lays, And heaven would make a wonderful home indeed. In moments we are parted... I feel the loss of her, Like a drowning man deep in a dark sea, Struggling for the air, I know is right above the surface. I long for the touch of her, Like a wayward soul just trying to find its direction, Lost in a forest of uncertainty, She, my compass, leads me home. A man who knows he's dying has a purpose, To live beyond the measure of his mind, To make fear a slave to his own virtue, Rather than the other way around. A man who has known great loss, Knows the gift of a Sunrise, He waits for things others take for granted, And holds dear the truths that others cannot understand. This man who knows both has found his Source, And sees the wonders in her eyes, Keeps sacred the pleasures of her touch, Forever true to her, the Surface of his sea. Left forever to certain devices, Two souls parted will find their home indeed, For the will of love can never be defeated, The Source of love can never be unfound. It is there that a lost man finds a sanctuary, The Stoic bends his knee in surrender to her pace, A warrior bends his head to sword in quite repose, To the One that gives meaning to Entirety. For when the winter ends, And the battles are all but over, She is there, to take him in her arms, And gently lead him home.
To the kindred One, indeed. May you know the loving fierceness of the man who you have cherished, and the truth of words we create together on our journey.
We find the moment where we look, and in you I see a lifetime.
Parts of mountain springs meet parts of ocean waves in the space where I’ve found you. In the cool air the Sun shines brightest where you are, and in the place we meet the stars attest their promise of moments yet to come. Our human minds may waiver the moment we offer prayers to our future, but the truth remains the same. Love falters not in the promise, but in the absence of the present that it guides us to.
Moments stand prepared to sacrifice themselves to the human endeavor, yet in the flesh we find the essence of the Divinity that gave us life. In the touch of your hand I’ve found the recklessness of my youth and the spirit of my wise, old self. I can get lost in the eyes of a woman who was always my destination, who was always the promise that kept me alive. Through the darkness of certain times I’d wish for you, and in the light of my beating heart I have found you.
Forget nothing of the past that brought you to me, but relive none of it in the moments that we share. Remember the truth of your struggle was not the struggle itself. Remember the victory was never in the falls that we’ve sustained. Remember that the day was never meant to know itself through the night, but rather offer a promise of rebirth to those who survive the darkness. Remember, and know that when you hear my heart beating in my chest that is was never the silence that kept it beating. It was always the promise that one day you would hear it.
I need no vindication for my truth. I need no agreement in what I know. In the sand I see your footprints, and offer gratitude for the sight. In the breeze I hear your voice, and I offer thanks for bumps that have been raised upon my skin. In the Sun I see your smile, and it is that moment that I hear the echoes form to form one song. That song is you. That song is me. Together, we make quite a wonderful harmony.
We can always see demons in what may be. There is no certainty in “someday”, a moment in time that we may never live to see. Here is a truth, one uttered in the pages of the story we shall write together. That promise is that when the fear arises and the demon voices come, you will not be alone. When your shield has splinted and your sword and been dulled to the hilt, you will find sanctuary by my side. When your legs are unsteady and you arms can lift no more, know that I will carry you.
What I have learned in life has led me to this moment. That is how I rise so sure of what I feel. What I have experienced in my journey has made me so sure of the ground on which I stand. From the mist of slumber I have awoken to the dream. What a wonderful morning Sun.
To the One, may forever be known in the moment when we kiss.
The moment.
The moment I’m sitting next to you. The moment when your arms are around me and your head rests softly on my chest. The moment I feel your breath on my skin. The moment I taste your lips. The moment I feel your words even before I hear them.
I live for those moments. I long for each in what seems like eternal gaps between them. It is a lover’s dilemma, this man’s silent suffering.
Before you, I knew the purpose to my aloneness. Now, I see no sense to it save the process I’ve come to trust. I look at the empty spaces beside me knowing they are yours. Where once I enjoyed their emptiness now I fill them with our knowing. Where once I sat gazing at nothing all I see is what we are – a promise need never spoken, an eternal gaze at tomorrow.
Before that moment of our first embrace, I understood the value of my solitude. Now I hear the silence as our song, a hymn written through the tears of yesterday breathing life into the possibility we now share. I adored the single set of footprints on the paths I once walked. Now I know they were heading in your direction, longing for the moment when we could share the view.
One day as we sit alongside a stream throwing rocks toward their destiny, our minds will drift back to times before. Before, when our spaces were empty. Before, when our minds would wonder to dreams of moments where we’d be sitting alongside a stream, throwing rocks towards their destiny. Before, when all we could do was hope.
I’ll want to kiss you. Kiss you in honor of all of those moments I begged the empty air for you. Kiss you in memory of all the times the ether would tease me with dreams of you. Kiss you in gratitude for your arrival, and for the moment your lips finally met mine.
Two souls who live in a lover’s dilemma. Suffer as we might in our absence we rejoice with equal vigor in our kiss. Suffer as we will in thoughts of times that passed we shall find bliss in a realization of our moments together. Suffer as we do in times we walk alone we will dance in joy together, as it was always intended to be.
My words, these words, I am blessed to offer as I take the truth of things that swirl around my soul and translate them into the truth of things I share. Blessed am I, a purveyor of divine inspiration, to have found such a muse in you. Blessed am I, a simple man who shoulders the complexities of his mind, to have kissed the lips of my dreams, and held the flesh of my life in arms made strong for the task.
The moment. The moment that is near, the moment that is coming. The moment great stories are birthed from. The moment I saw you.
We walk along a winding trail,
Bounding to and fro,
We often wonder where we are,
And which direction we should go.
There are those times within each step,
When we find the compass true,
It’s then you’ll ask me where I’ve been,
And I’ll reply “my destination was always you.”
It will not matter what scene we set,
Whether mountain or open sea,
What will count is what we do when there,
When you’re sitting next to me.
Time will bend its will to loving hearts,
Cloudy skies will turn to blue,
For now I walk each step alone,
To the destination that is you.
No more empty vows to say,
No fears will dare enslave,
Two kindred souls born to walk the path,
That will always be unpaved.
So when the mountains hide the Sun,
As mountains often do,
No winter snows can dare keep me,
From the destination that is you.
When my final breath has gone,
And you sit with memories,
You’ll remember the moment that we met,
In the wild springtime breeze.
You’ll whisper words of kindred love,
Remember scenes of marigolds anew,
You’ll say to me, “wait patiently…
…my destination was always you.”
I understand that people do not get me. I understand they are not under any obligation to get me. We are simply obligated to get ourselves, and to live the life we choose to live under the auspice of our own design.
I would rather be alone than struggling under the weight of what others expect of me. I would rather be happy then trying to breathe with your foot on my throat. I would rather be happy than trying to make you happy.
So, we have a choice. We, as master of ourselves and creators of our own experience, choose to find joy in our space or drag the misery of others into it. I choose joy.
No, Cain, I am not my brother’s keeper and I end that lie that I am right now.
Keep in mind that this is not a condemnation of anyone. What may be my misery may be others’ joy. Others may flourish under what is limiting to me. What this is, however, is a testament to my own experience, in the way that the Sun may shine within me regardless of your tolerance of daylight, and that even as the days grow shorter around me that I may always see the Sunshine within me. You may sleep through the Sunrise if you choose, but I choose to wake up to bask in its glow.
In Stoic promise I embrace my happiness, my health, and my well-being. Without counting on tomorrow I rise today to live the moment to its fullest, to find joy in each tick of the clock, and to experience both elation and sadness with equal vigor. It is right now my heart has chosen to manifest its highest calling, and it is in this moment that I trust.
Time to go within, and without, to find myself anew bathing in the love I was promised at birth, in the way I choose to wade in it.
Peace.
I will often find great inspiration while meditating. Here is today’s inspiration, unedited and unchanged, written exactly as it was gifted me. To her, the One.
Morning meditation:
How does one separate a flower from her stem? How does one fold her petals when she blooms? How can one place her essence in his pocket rendering it hidden from the world, taking her color from the bush, plucking her beauty from the garden?
How dare the breezes tease me with her fragrance and entice me with her beauty! I cannot inhale with tasting her, and I detest the exhalation that separates us. What dare I do when the thought of her separates me from my senses?
To trust in this process, to remain open to the potential of everything beholden to the promise of nothing, is the answer. We swear our oaths based on moments sure to pass, owing one moment to the promise of another, linking things best left unlinked and grounding Angels to an earthly stone. Say we set them free. What harm do we think will befall us?
Love is the wind that scatters leaves in the forest and lifts birds to lofty heights. Without it the leaves are left to rot and the birds are left grounded to a certain demise. Let me not love the ground so much as to never kiss the clouds, nor love the sky so much as to never find a flower, kiss her in repose and love her in the only way I can.
For this I ask humbly as I stand.
Which question do you answer?
There are those shredding little bits of themselves just for a moment of human companionship.
In need of fill for empty spaces, they carve away.
Love flows past them while they scramble in their madness,
Invisible touches miss their flesh as they hurry for the next encounter,
Examples in insanity, destined to be alone.
Love will come if you just sit for a while.
Embrace the emptiness, and let it be filled with value.
In its own time, in its own way,
You will learn the value of your emptiness.
And rejoice when gold fills the coffers you've left bare.
Truth will seek you when you release your dependence on the lie,
In strength you will rise only when you stop kissing the ground on which you've fallen.
Be aware, the beast within you is only strong when you feed it,
Whichever wolf you feed will come to howl at the Moon.
Whichever tree you water will be the one to bear you fruit.
Sit silently, and you will hear the greatest song,
Release your grasp on tomorrow and watch your arms be filled with Now.
Seek not the answers and discover the folly of the question,
Waste not a minute on these things,
And see Heaven from high above.
I taste you,
On the tip of my tongue,
Like the words of some great song
Remembered in a heartbeat.
Faint, like a bonfire in the wintertime,
I am awoken to the memory of her flame,
My truth will never be the same.
I hear you,
Echoing through the caverns of a past not yet lived,
Sweet words caressing me in my slumber.
Great fortune touches me on the forehead,
Gratitude weeps from my every pore,
A song that bears her name,
Her truth will never be the same.
Do not fret,
Your calls have not been forgotten,
Your voice is etched in the annuls of my heart.
A spoken truth like leaves dancing in the wind,
As a willow weeps and smiles just the same,
Its truth will never be the same.
In our joy mountains move and oceans kiss the rain,
Solemn love gave hints of time to come,
Your light poured through the cracks in my soul.
Hear my truth as my fingertips touch your skin,
There, in what Venus shall proclaim,
Our truth will never be the same.
I swear I heard a flower bloom,
With the smile upon your face,
And I swear I smelled some sweet perfume,
As we shared our happy space.
In the end of fabled land and sea,
We find ourselves alone at last,
As if some written destiny,
A feast to end our fast.
For love is not some printed book,
It’s as free as empty air,
It is never where you might look,
And yet it’s always there.
So know that in your lips I find,
Heaven’s pearly gate,
And in that perfect sweet behind,
An impetus to wait.
In a mountain’s summer breeze,
Feel my hand upon your skin,
Turn and kiss me if you please,
Then let me slowly in.
Because our two hearts forever one,
United in an anthem for the ages,
Have discovered something in the Sun,
Foretold by poets and their sages.
Tomorrow is best left to other hearts,
For today is our domain,
If lightning strikes and thunder starts,
We’ll be rolling in the rain.
Laughter finds the wounded mind,
When fear is laid to rest,
It’s then we leave the past behind,
To put this moment to the test.
Do not fear where demons tread,
Or care too much when Angels speak,
For devils sing to helpless dead,
And Angels to the weak.
Just walk with purpose born within,
And stand tall against the storm,
For it’s not fear of saint nor sin,
That was born to keep you warm.