What you feel is life, what you live is another story.

Author: tomgrasso (Page 2 of 38)

Vision

I remember
Walking alone in the park 
By your house
Never have I felt so free
Or so stood so strong.
 
Down in the valley of fear
She said there’s nothing left to come upon
But echoes left 
From stories told
In a field left alone not so long ago.
 
But in the morning’s waking
I reached out to empty air that screamed
A distant song
that came along in a moment
Not so proud.
 
It’s screaming…screaming
 
Walking this  path it seems 
the glimpses I see of her  
 Can’t fade away
There’s nothing I can do
To change the course this river flows
 
So I just lay here 
an empty arm where she would be
I wonder why
I’m left to wonder why at all
I cry aloud
 
I’m dreaming…dreaming
 
 

The Lion Tamed

I don’t worship you
I love you
I don’t need you
I want you.
 
Your lion sits and stares
Into your perfect eyes
I can feel your heartbeat through time and space
You have tamed the wild beast within me
 
Are to speaking to me?
If so know you have tamed me even through this wildness
I sit patiently, waiting, wanting, loving
Knowing there is but One for me even in the shadow of  our uncertainty.
 
I have heard you have no doubt
Your words and deeds hold great weight for me
And I trust you beyond all prior comprehension
I give all faith to you.
 
I want to say “come early, do not wait”
I want to wrap my arms around you
Kiss you all over, be untamed if not for a moment lost in you
Explain in wordless action the bounty of this Love.
 
Please know me my Lover
Share with me it all and I will remain tamed forever
Even as my mane flows freely in the wind
You shall be the breeze that settles me in at night.
 
Please talk to me my Friend
Share with me more than I need to know
And be…with me even in moments of distant separation
You will never need look again as our hands remain as one.
 
Right now my Soul cries out your name
In pure Love, in a desire unique all to its own
Its a song only sung to you
Its notes unworthy of any other ear.
 
I give myself to you and ask
Can you give yourself to me
Or does this lion live some wild fantasy?
I remain perched while searching for your eyes.
 
Hoping that you’ll run to me
and I to you
So we can know what we need to know
and be more than “we” are this moment still.
 
I.  Love. You.
In Spirit, in Deed, in wanting more
Your lion tamed by such a knowing
I humbly look for you.
 
Do not run from me my Lover
I am yours in love’s still harmony
Through fear’s disruptive frozen gaze
The fire burns brightly within.
 
I am a hunter no more when that sweet chime rings
Such a sound stills the wild beast
The lion tamed in sweet notes of harmony
I find myself in you.

A Miswritten Song

I never thought I’d need
find protection from Her
To seek
shelter from Her or the song we sang
To find
protection from Her mind, Her thoughts
In a song of another kind.
 
The song was once so wonderful
Melodious and soothing to this Beast
Now that duet
Seems all out of key, lost in mindlessness
Not a bit in tune
Being played by two tone-deaf composers
Locked away in the corners of their own prison cells.
 
What does one do
When his song makes sense nowhere but within?
He sits and wonders, wishing he could rewrite the song
Knowing 
This one seems so wrong, so out of touch
As if he is playing a guitar without its strings
He strums away with little result.
 
Is She playing him?
Time will tell if She shares his misery or is using it
When the She becomes a she, when the tide rolls out again
To know if that place they shared really mattered at all
Or if he had just become another David to Her
An out of tune piano
That no longer made Her want to sing.
 
For now he hopes, and he sings
Hoping his song will be meaningful to the One he loves
Doubt, hope, courage, fear
One big, sloppy chorus line
He pauses between the notes and listens
For Her reply
And in the silence looms…
 

Your Mountain

Your Mountain has never crumbled
Even as the Earth shook It’s mighty base
It remains…standing firm
Waiting for the Sky to touch it one more time.
 
 

I Want To Grow Old With You

I want to grow old with you
And yet still see those eyes through the haze in my own
To see those lips make “that face”
To see that face sparkle in the candlelit room.
 
I want to grow old with you
And hear your voice through the avalanche of sound
Or through the deafening sound of silence
As long as that is the only sound I can hear.
 
I want to grow old with you
To know at the end that I spent each loving moment with you
Arm in arm, hand in hand
Forever knowing, forever growing…
 
 

To Be Yours Again

You are in my dreams,
And I long for you to scream for me
To show me that I somehow matter
And that this Love is rooted in deeper soil still.
 
Just say the word
And I am yours again.
Gone are the remnants of our minds’ fragility
Replaced with the tingle of our Souls’ sweet ecstasy.
 
I have reached for you a million times
My empty hand returned
How I long for you those million times
I stare, my arms remain wide open.
 
 Just look into my eyes
And I am yours again.
Tear-stained visions of what could have been
Replaced with the Light of Love blinding us into eternity.
 
And so I caress your beauty
And kiss your lips with tenderness.
I inhale your breath as Lovers sing
This dream not ending with the morning light
 
So just make that face I love to see
And I am yours again.
This Mountain standing strong against the tide
With your Love as the cornerstones of unending strength inside.
 
Do not fear, my Love
For your Lion does not waver in the face of such unusual fortuity
I am strong, ready to take the Tigress still
And show the strength of capricious majesty.
 
Know who I am and show me who you are
And I am yours again.
No judgment, no ridicule, nothing but the Poetic sounds of Love’s own harmony
Whispering to each other what will forever be our song.
 
I am…here
You know me to be true…you know me pure as the driven snow
You know me in my weakest moment, my darkest hour
You know me through and through.
 
So I sit, waiting, hoping, praying…wanting.
To be yours again
Unsure of anything but the accounting in my Heart
And the song in my Mind that sings a song I want to share…
 
 
I sit…
Still…
Close my eyes and She appears
Still…
I sit…
 
That heart…
Embrace…
Open my arms and She engulfs me
Embrace…
That heart…
 
To Hers…
It falls..
A tear forms and gently rolls down my cheek
It falls…
To Hers…
 
She whispers…
Forgive…
My mouth forms words Her finger seeks to silence
Forgive…
She whispers…
 
And in love I sit…
Still.

Follow the Path of Love

Feed Love

There are times in our lives when we are tested.  This is one of those times for me, and this is what I am learning.

Character is not just who we are when no one is looking.  What we call “good” character is also our ability to utilize the sum of our experience as an expression of Love and the discipline to act in accordance with the highest vision of who we are.  “Bad” character would be the opposite of this, we utilize the sum of our experience and discipline (or, what may be seen as a lack of discipline) in catering to the fear we feel.  Sometimes, the sum of experience is what creates this fear but this has, for me, been nothing but a lack of focus on the miraculous in my experience.

Fear Makes It Easy

I don’t believe this is always the case.  I see myself, when born, as a perfect Being.  I relied on the physical to satisfy my physical needs, but I was still connected to my Source.  I see human “bonding” as the Spirit transferring power over to the mind.  We “cut the umbilical” to our Source and transfer that relationship over to the human in order to have our experience.

For some of us, that bonding experience is a beautiful first experience in the human realm.  We find human love, and are nurtured into Photo by David Castillo Dominiciwhat humanity would call “health” from a mental perspective.  For others, that bonding experience is, from a human perspective, a horrible experience.  It sets the table for fear to dominate our experience.  We don’t feel human love, or we experience what sometimes is dramatic expressions of human fear, and we begin to learn the ways of fear.  We focus on that fear, and then live an experience many would consider “toxic”.

Our minds are taught this and our Souls experience it in the most nonjudgmental way.  In the severing of the “umbilical”, our Souls allow the mind to take over and the ego is then created.  This allows fear to become the focal point of our lives.  Even many of those who have what is called a “healthy” human experience focus on fear to some extent.  The fear of failure, the fear of being alone, the fear of losing, the fear of death, the fear of illness, and so on.  Regardless of how healthy we appear, most of us always find a way to shackle ourselves somehow to some fear in some way.  Even courage itself is defined by fear in our ability to do what we “must” in the face of it.

Fear makes it easy.  It is much easier to be fearful than to be in Love.  Fear seems to be a much easier emotion to cater to.  I am trying to reverse that trend in my own experience.  I’ve learned (and have the scars to prove it) that fear isn’t easy to cater to, we just naturally fall into an experience that we have learned.  It may not be easy for me to perform a quadruple bypass on someone, but it is much easier to a skilled and experienced surgeon because of what he was taught and his experience in using that education.  Since many of us learn fear from an early age, it becomes easier to embrace that fear than it is to embrace the Love in is.  We are just so damned experienced in fear that we use it regardless of the horrible toll it takes on our bodies and minds.

I’ve often heard fear-based actions called “human nature”.  I argue that it is nothing of the sort, it is a learned behavior that makes it seem like our natures.  I can show a newborn and suggest that there is none of this nature present there.  I can show an infant and not see one ounce of a fear-based behavior.  Those patterns are taught, which to me means that we can unteach them and show the truth of human nature.  Until taught otherwise, we want peace, we want Love, and we want harmony.  That my friends, is our nature.

Being Tested

So today I find mySelf being tested.  I have two choices, I can act in fear and “attack” (proverbially) or I can lay down, stretch out my hands on the wood and say “nail me to it, I forgive you”.  Last night I was sure I was going on the attack, but after meditation and contemplation my heart has led me to a different choice.  I will Love, and I will take my lumps accordingly.  I cannot release the grip fear has had on my life without releasing the grip fear has had on my life.  So I will give up my desire for self-protection and let it go.

The contrasts are amazing.  Last night I felt hurt, unsafe, and fearful.  I felt used, and like trust was non-existent.  It created such a turmoil within me that I had to breathe and take inventory of it.  I felt tense in these emotions, and my mind raced with what I needed to do to protect “me” and my family.  I needed a defense, and immediately I built walls and “dug in”.  I meditated and asked for clarity when I woke up in the morning because I was aware of this state of being and didn’t like it.

When I woke up in the morning, I smiled.  Gone was the expression of fear that had been present that night before.  I felt Love well up

Source: One Voice

within me, and I began my day in pure Joy.  I decided that I would let it go, that I would trust in the Universe for what I needed, and that I would not “attack”.  Fear would not dominate my existence in this moment, and I would allow things to unfold.  I felt free and a complete trust in the Universal nature of things.

I simply do not wish to be an instrument of fear but rather an instrument of Love.  My message to the Universe was simple: Let those who are catering to fear do what they will.  I can only control what I cater to, and in this moment I choose Love.

There was no anxiety.  There was no pain.  There was no feeling of insecurity or fear.  Rather, there was a steadfast and trusting strength.  I felt like I was in a strong Mountain Pose, rooted firmly in my “ground” and immovable in my flexibility.  There is pure happiness in this expression, and I was inspired to share it with anyone who wanted to read about it or listen to it.  The contrast between the two experiences is a lesson.  I had one experience to know the other and to gain an understanding which one I want to experience. I am grateful for it.

This is an example for all of our life’s experiences.  When times get tough, remember you are having that experience in order to bring to light the awesome beauty of Love.  Embrace the experience realizing that everything around us wants to heal, regardless of what we judge the outcome to be.  Healing is the Great Act of Forgiveness, and yes my friends there is healing in the end of all things.  There is creation there as well, which is the great act of Love expressing Itself.

Ah…I just noticed I have not felt tension, anxiety or anything other than joy in writing this.  Beautiful!

Peace…

I Choose Love

This is a culmination of a major transformation for me.  To know my life’s experience is to understand that this choice I make represents a total, but not complete, transformation.  I feel I am nearly back to “where I was” before I was taught fear in the most horrendous ways possible.  Yet, just as I am grateful for the fear-based experience of last night I am grateful for the fear I was taught.  I have had the experience of fear and now can clearly see not only Love but how much I desire to express that Love in my experience.  I want to open my arms and expose my Heart center.  I want to bleed emerald green.  I want to forgive you and I want to forgive me.  I want my choices to be made from a perspective of Love.  I don’t want to reject anything.  I simply want to embrace something that makes me feel alive as nothing else has.

I believe that in the story of Jesus he loved his tormentors and executioners because he understood the role they played in his experience.  In my mind, he was actually grateful for them and for the experience he was having.  He could not have experienced pure Love without facing pure fear.  He had to have the experience, just as we all do.

Same with the Buddha.  He had to experience unending worldly wealth and power, then experience the “horrors” of extreme asceticism in order know the enlightenment he experienced.  I believe that we all experience moments of enlightenment but most of us don’t recognize them because we cannot see them.  Our experience has not made them clearly visible to us, yet.

So, I choose Love in this present moment.  In this choice, the sunrise looked brighter, the birds sounded clearer, and the hot, humid morning air felt comfortable.  I embraced my “job” and gave my dog an extra hug.  This is what Love feels like…

Thank You

I try to think of something witty to say
But there is nothing.
No words to describe the beauty
No nouns to describe what I see
No verbs to describe what I feel
Nothing.
 
I open my mouth to try in vain
But there is nothing.
Silence, sweet silence betrays my thankful heart
The lapse of sound portrays a mind in total awe
To this I can only offer a breath of gratitude.
 
Somewhere in the space between thought and deed
In this moment there is nothing.
I sit and stare at empty space wondering what it is
And I smile at the beauty of what I see
I finally find the words that seem to say it all
 
“Thank you…”
 
 
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