Category: MG (Page 3 of 11)

The Mountain

February 20, 2019 / Tom

You called to me
I heard you standing in the forest
The blue skies hugging your form
Like a wedding dress
The billowy clouds dancing in the breeze
Like your veil
Begging me to your altar for a kiss
I was only too happy to oblige.

I climbed to meet you
Stumbled, fell, stood again
“Keep going,”
Said that fire burning within
“You may have come here faint of heart
But that is not how you will stay
For this love will see you strong
In this passion you shall endure.”

Now I have surrendered
Reaching for the ring
Praying to be bound by the promise
I heard when you called to me
When the ground began to shake
And a mountain rose before me
I saw your highest place
And I knew that I must go there.

Love rose high above the prairie
The moment you stood before me
Fraught with danger and blessed views
Filled with trails on which we struggle
And shady places we can rest
Here, the streams tell tales of springtime
And what’s blossomed in the altitude
Is truth. I love you so.

A Balance in Love

February 19, 2019 / Tom

I have felt,
Swayed so in my fears,
Lost in my happenstance,
Creating illusions from the shadows on my wall.

Who is she,
This fragrance unforgettable,
The one raising my conscience soul,
From the slumber of 2000 days?

Who am I,
Or rather who do I wish to be?
The one who was carved from stone,
Or the shards left strewn about at the mercy of the breeze?

What is love,
If not the breath of mountain air,
A salvation from all exhaustion,
The miracle that pulls us from the tomb?

What is love,
If not the hand that steadies me when shaking?
The idea that comes to me in the absence of my mind,
It is what I’ve been born to know.

Steady me when my ground is shaking.
Breathe life into me when the end seems near.
Be there when that final bell,
Of that final round,
Rings and all I can do is shout your name.

I can steady myself for sure,
I have done it a million times before,
But what is love,
If not my acceptance of the hand that holds it?
If not the breath of life renewed?
If not the face that guides me beyond that final bell?

Know, that in your moments of unsteadiness,
I hope my hand is the one you reach for,
In the moment you feel you can walk no more,
My name brings you to your feet.
In the second that you face the demons in your mind,
You know that my sword is unsheathed to protect you.
Should you call,
I will answer.

For what is love,
If not who I am?
And who am I,
If not the gentle pools you bathe?

Unconditional (A Poem)

February 18, 2019 / Tom

I remember when there was this dream I had,
She’d be sleeping in the dark,
And all I could do is hear her breathing.
Something would make her stir,
Perhaps it was desire awakening in her dreams,
Or the way the spring breeze bathed her through the window.
Whatever it was,
I remember I could hear her say my name,
And I replied, “Yes, my love,”
She said then, “I just wanted to make sure you were there,
That I wasn’t dreaming,
So that if I was,
I would not awaken,
Tonight, tomorrow, or any other day.”

I remember the tear that spilled from my heart that night,
With her still sleeping in the dark.
And in my soul prose was written that would endure eternity.
I would not leave her,
and she would awaken,
Just because she could,
Me doing nothing but watching her sleep,
Honoring the solemn sound of her breath,
Protecting her sacred space.
With the chrysalis broken wide open,
In the morning I knew that she would fly,
And I’d be witness yet again to what was always amazing.
I could only hope to keep up,
To the one who was surely born to fly.

I uttered a prayer as her breath returned to sleeping,
Nothing but the simple want of a man born to watch her soar.
A prayer that someday she would grow to realize her authority,
And see how the willows stand tall to meet her gaze,
And the grasses bend softly to hold her resting form.
Perhaps then she’d still love me,
Tickle my senses with the flowers blooming in her field,
Kiss me tenderly as the Moon undressed us in its light,
Know love as I held her tightly to keep the dew from forming on her skin,
Listening to her breathe,
Always answering her call when she stirred awake
Before the morning light,
Waiting for the morning Sun to announce its sweet arrival,
And I watch her fly again another day.

That Power That You Are

February 12, 2019 / Tom

Oh, My Goodness,
I see the power that you are,
The power that you share,
The power that brings demons to their knees.

You are the power
That lifts the Sun above life’s horizon,
Like Love’s sweet tempered mallet,
That breaks the very bonds of dawn.

You are the power
That moves the ether to a breeze,
Moves the grains of sand of every mountain,
Your breath gives the beaches to the sea.

You are the power
That dots the evening sky,
Changes darkness with a twinkle,
And points this mariner to home.

It’s you, for you are the power,
That floats the birds to kiss the clouds,
Do not doubt this,
Lest they all fall to the ground.

Now give yourself silently to prayer,
Let the words rise up within you,
Touch the hand of love that sits upon your chest,
And know the power that you are.

I Know Truth (A Poem)

February 11, 2019 / Tom

I run in fields,
See the butterflies as painted in a picture,
They call to me,
Then laugh at me,
And push me far away.

I see the sunrise,
The bright star piercing through my soul,
First warming me,
Then burning my tempered, weathered skin,
Where dust is I shall return.

I speak your name,
I hear it echo in the caverns,
An unrequited song to my own ears,
Through snow and muck I run to you,
A tear cleansing my dusty face.

Distant paths have led to here and now,
Suffering, my great sculptor,
Though tired I may be,
I’ve spent forever for this moment,
Enduring just to stand beside you in the unfolding.

I beg life to leave me smiling for once,
Have I not earned this moment in the Sun?
Have I not paid the price to see her bloom?
Surely I have chiseled away the stone
That kept me from my truest self.

Though fog today hides the mountains from my eyes,
I see them clearly in my heart,
I climbed them once just for my own view,
I climbed them again just to reach the top,
Now I climb them just to get to you.

There we dance around the fire,
Kindled by the wisdom of our union,
Unique though we are we are so much the same,
I know you in the caverns of my Being,
I know you in the orange flicker of that flame.

I know myself through years of understanding,
I know love through years of soulful solitude,
I now know something else in the depth of our communion,
In the sweetness of your voice,
In the waves of passion gifted me in your touch.

I know truth.

Truth granted me in your sacred arrival,
Blessed through my own falling and rising,
Rising and falling,
In silence and in the chaos of this mind,
Seen now in the flowering stillness of soulful love.

Though conflicted I may seem to be,
In battles waged between heart and mind,
I know some sweet remembrances in this lifetime,
In those conflicts waged I know this certain difference,
Love now has its due on this battlefield.

So take my hand,
The hand you’ve known for many lifetimes,
The hand that will always support you,
Even though you stand completely on your own,
Oh, love, the marigold blooms on her own even while dancing in the breeze.

Like two pieces of one big puzzle,
Know our union will not need change you,
But will certainly help complete the picture.
Like the wind helps the flower share her fragrance,
And the flower shares moonlight in her glow.

So blessed I am,
To know truth in the way I say your name,
To know truth in the way you whisper mine.
I now sleep, waiting for the new day,
When I run in fields not afraid of butterflies.

~TG

The Silly Man

February 5, 2019 / Tom

Behold, a silly man
Talking and walking in the mud
Wishing away the voices that haunt him
I know, talking to oneself is surely vain.

Yet there is hope
In this silly man,
Lost he is in the forays of his heart renewed,
Sunken treasure lays deep within his soul.

One cannot reason away the butterflies
He sees in the remnants of an unseen wave,
Gone and forgotten is he when he goes silent,
Never known to have risen beyond his means.

Yet there is sweet rebirth for this silly man,
Love forever squishing between his toes,
The sound of waves pounding just beneath the waterline,
Her hand touches him right there.

Remember when this silly man,
Had forgotten what to do?
He lost himself in the end of time,
Uncertain and begotten in the trenches.

What laughter spills from his thirsty lips?
His kindred walks intently across the room.
He smiles, my god he loves this vision so,
Forever lost as his ship crashes on the rocks of love.

Near drowning, he stumbles on the shores,
Like a drunken fighter who’s fought one too many rounds,
He stumbles, falls, his laugher echoes to the sea,
His kindred walks intently across the room.

His mind feels weak as he tries to rise once again,
Time, where did it all decide to go?
He calls out to her, there is thunder down the river,
Is she hears him he knows naught as his eyes close against the tide.

In a dream, he no longer seems so silly,
She runs to him, her longing dragging on the floor,
He catches her and there is hope within the palm leaves,
“Look” he says at two sets of footprints in the sand.

It is lost on those so ready and so tempted,
The cost of watching as the sands of time flow by,
But for the silly man, may he always keep her laughing,
Even as his kindred walks intently across the room.

Nothing But the Truth

February 2, 2019 / Tom

There is a peace within this chaos
A moment to endure, a figure clad in blue,
Flesh exposed to the wonders of my mind.

So blessed is this heart which has endured to this moment,
I hold you in esteem, my love,
For the truth of my survival is now laying in the Light.

I love you, no greater truth can be revealed
Save the essence of my mortal mind perched high above,
Forever should be a theme of our moments in the Sun.

How does man reconcile the gospel in his Soul?
The beauty in the lines of your sacred flesh,
The nuances in the curves of your heart?

I’ll but love this moment as the breeze cools your skin
The raised bumps tell me stories that your mind refuses to disclose,
My god, my love, my every breathing moment belongs with you.

White pillows adorn the bluest sky,
Creatures of the air sing praise to life abounding,
We revel in the glory of this togetherness.

I will dream of the moment when these bodies are not parted,
When fear no longer is a story of our togetherness,
When words can be heard loudly in a whisper…yes!

Until then I will hold you where you’ve always been,
Besides my heartbeat, touching me with misty fingertips
That leaves a trail of crystal running down my face.

For I am this man, loving you forever in my way,
Loving you as I must, like God Herself has commanded
For you are the truth of my existence.

And I know nothing but the truth.

The Orb

February 1, 2019 / Tom

The Orb

There was a familiar tug on my arm as I stood, stuck in awe. You were standing under the willow tree near where I live, holding a bouquet of yellow, burnt-orange and purple flowers. You were, as always, radiantly beautiful, in a blue dress that hugs your form, smiling in the way you do, your eyes lighting up my entire universe.

I am led to you by an unseen force, tugging at my arm and taking me gently to where you stand. I could feel the grass beneath my feet and it feels warm, as if the Sun had taken her time sharing gifts with the ground beneath me. When I arrived next to you, you looked into my eyes like you did when we first met. I could remember the warmth that I had once only imagined become real, and suddenly everything around me became real as I knew nothing would ever be the same again. I was reliving that moment again.

“Don’t be nervous,” you whispered, just as you had back then.

“Are you sure you are ready?” I asked, almost as afraid of the question as I was the answer.

You laughed, and then put your hand on my chest. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Yes, you are.”

It seemed in that moment as if the blossoms from a million cherry trees suddenly rained from heaven. I watched as the pinkish flowers landed in your hair like snowflakes, dotting your blue dress and adding beautiful to a moment that was already exceedingly beautiful.

I could feel every fear I’d ever felt, every apprehension, every doubt, every insecurity welling up inside of me. You must have felt it too, because you closed your eyes and bowed your head, pressing your hand harder into my chest. I could feel my knees weakening, but it was as if your hand was holding me up. Breath was hard to come by in that moment, but I stood there waiting for it to return as I knew it would. My heart seemed as if it could not beat any faster.

I let out a loud sigh, one that seemed to echo all around us. A breeze blew through the willow tree, and took some of the blossoms with it. I felt a calm come over me, and in that moment you looked up at me with a smile. You removed your hand, and in it was a greenish-white orb.

“You can now say goodbye to this story,” said a voice from the unseen. “This orb contains all of what your mind has taken and converted to fear. Each and every belief created by events outside of your understanding is there. Each and every story of your demise rests nicely in that ball. Now, do with it as you choose.”

I quickly took it from you.

“This is not yours to carry,” I said. “Thank you for holding it for the time you have. This is my burden, I am sorry if I have shared it with you for too long.”

You bowed your head and took my free hand in your own. You gently kissed it and then hugged it to your face.

“My love, give me a moment,” I said. “I will be right back. Promise you won’t go anywhere.”

You laughed again, and I was reminded how much I love the way your lips look when you are smiling.

“I’ll be here.”

I took a short walk as the breeze picked up. The space around me was filled with cherry blossoms and the sound of wind rushing through the trees. I looked at the orb.

“You’ve been a part of me for so long. I’m not sure if I will miss you, but to be honest I feel a little sad to let you go. It feels like I am losing a piece of me, or even a crutch I’ve used along this journey. I never believed I’d be afraid to let go of my story, of my fears, but here I am trembling at the thought.”

My heart wanted desperately to return to you, to take your hand, and write our own unique story. I knew I could not do that holding on to this orb. What it held was filling up too many pages of our book, leaving very little room for us to write a story of our own.

“Goodbye,” I said as I let the orb go. It was half a prayer and half a statement of intention.

At the moment I let go of the orb, I felt free. I felt weightless. I felt renewed, strong, and certain of my direction. I could see you in the distance, and knew that was where I was always meant to be. It was there I would return. I walked back to your side.

“I’m back, my love. I have given to the ether what I no longer could hold. I’ve made space for you, for us, in the book of our life. I want so much to begin to tell this story, to put our hand to pen to write without fear, without hesitation, and without blurring it with words from my past. I give my life to this story, the one that began in my knowing you existed and one that cannot end in this eternity.”

You looked directly into my eyes.

“I love you, my beautiful man. I need to take a walk of my own. There is more room for us I need to make.”

I looked down and saw an orb of your own held tightly in your hand. Tears welled up in my eyes as I kissed your free hand, knowing what you were about to do.

“I will be here when you return, my beautiful woman. Do what you must. I love you with all of my heart.”

“I love you too. I will be back, I promise.”

You turned and began your walk. My eyes followed you as far as they could, but soon you were enveloped in a sea of cherry blossoms. I sat on the bench, uttered a prayer for your safety, and sent my love to walk with you.

“I will tell you what I told her,” said the unseen. “Of all the healers you have sought, of all the love you have desired, of all the truth you have asked for she is the greatest of them all. It isn’t that she healed you. She led you to only one who could heal you. It isn’t just that she loves you. She led you to the greatest lover you would ever know. It isn’t just that she is the truth. She led you to the greatest truth a heart can find. And you led her to her own salvation. When you find those things within you, you will find them in her touch, in the breeze of Spring, in the glow of a full moon. There will be nowhere they do not exist. That will be the story you both will write in this book that we have given you. The book in which you have cleared the pages for the greatest story of your life.

Now, be patient and be so rewarded.”

A man in love, in real love, will be that patient. Though fidgety at times, I waited. Though uncomfortable, I was as patient as possible. Through the weather and the seasons, I stood steadfastly. It wasn’t the reward I believed I was looking for that gave me such grace. I had already discovered the real reward. It was my love for you, in that great wellspring of truth that flooded my entire life with a new reality. That was the real reward. It was what I learned, what I saw and the expansion of the love that fed that wellspring within me that rewarded and enriched my life with every breath.

Then, a prayer flowed from my heart through the space between us.

“My love, when you release your orb and return to me we will be ready. Pens in hand we will write our names on the first page, and as love flows between us the pages will be filled with prose the Universe provides. Prose we translate. Prose we live to the fullest. Until then, your man awaits your arrival with all he is, and all he will ever be.”

~The end.

We Shall Live (A Poem)

January 30, 2019 / Tom

Know
Please, just know
Please, just know that I am here
Finally here,
Knowing you completely,
Loving what I know,
Wanting more.

Feel
Please, just feel,
Please, just feel me next to you
Finally next to you,
Holding you in our space,
No wind strong enough to move me,
I am home.

Do not wonder about some other time
Back then,
Just sit with me and know,
Hold my hand and feel,
What the present moment brings,
Lessons learned two hundred years ago,
We are now.

What do you do with your mate of a hundred lifetimes?
This is the one we have,
Finally, we are here in the now
Sprouting marigolds as we swirl along this trail,
Decades in the making,
Now dance with me, my love
And know your man cannot surrender.

For I see you up on the hills
And I taste you in the salty ocean air,
Warmed by your glow as the Sun shouts above the horizon,
Now run, do not let the sands of time slow you
You cannot stop,
This we know in our vibrations of our cells,
I will catch you when you dive into my arms.

What love is this, the one we rediscover?
Mortality has kept us from this promise once before,
But now, we live
WE LIVE
No chances squandered in the darkness of that yesterday,
We have today,
And we shall live.

∞

On a Boat (A Vision)

January 30, 2019 / Tom

This morning, a vision.

I was on a ship, a rather large ship, with wood-planked floors and white railings. All the metal on the ship was white, and mixed with the brownish tinge of rust that seemed natural for an older ship. I could even hear the sound of an air horn blasting from above, although it wasn’t loud enough to be disturbing.

I was sitting on a chaise, considering whether or not I should relax in the moment.

The Chief I’ve seen from visions past came to me. He was dressed in fire department station wear, with navy blue pants and black boots, with a navy blue t-shirt with ” FDNY Engine 46″ screen printed on the back. He motioned me to follow him, which I did.

We headed toward the bow of the ship, toward the railing that was on the starboard side. The Chief stopped and mentioned me toward a form standing by the railing, looking out to sea.

You were dressed in a white dress, that had navy blue designs on it. Those designs varied, some were crescent moons, some were stars and flowers, and some were mountain shapes that seemed to randomly dot your dress. Your hair moved slightly in the breeze, and as I neared you turned to me and smiled, gently patting railing next to you. I turned to say a thank you to the Chief, but he was gone.

I took my place next to you along the railing and turned to look at you. Your eyes were beautiful as always, and your smile lit up my heart. Tears formed in my eyes, and I could feel them making their way down my cheek. You put your hand on mine in comfort, and leaned in to kiss one of my tears.

We turned together to look out to sea. The water was black and very calm despite the motion of the ship. The water’s calmness was broken only by whales and dolphins playing next to the ship, both exhaling geysers of mist as they broke the surface. They were swimming calmly next to us, and seemed to be protecting us as we moved through the sea.

There were mountains out by the horizon. They were tall and dark, their darkness highlighted by the white snow that capped their peaks. Their image reflected in the black sea, disturbed only by the ripples made by the whales and dolphins swimming by our side.

There we stood, the two of us, your hand over mine, my hand on the railing. Our bodies were close, so close that I could feel your warmth and the touch of your hair as it tickled my shoulder in the breeze. We said nothing. We didn’t have to. All the communication that was needed was in our touch, the sight of the sea and the mountains before us, and the feeling as if nature herself was protecting us as we sailed through life together. Beyond the ship on which we traveled we were protected by the Universe, and on the deck we were protected by each other.

Suddenly, we could see what appeared to be a small fire in the distance by the base of one of the mountains. It burned a bright orange, almost as if the Sun has found a place to sit on the Earth. As it burned, a bluish smoke rose toward the sky and over the mountains. It seemed to be like a compass needle pointing in a certain direction.

We looked at each other and smiled. You shook your head as if to say “yes, I know” and squeezed my hand three times in acknowledgement. We then turned toward the fire and the mountains, and it seemed as if we both knew where we should go.

I give thanks to the spirits that guide me, and have shown themselves to me in the most glorious ways I have ever experienced. I am not exactly sure why I am blessed now, but there is certainly a sense of peace and calm that permeates my existence as a result of these visits. I have also asked permission to share these, and while I am sure there are some I will not share there are also some I will.

Peace.