Smell it in the air of Remembrance,
The timeless sweet odor of Love’s own discovery,
Lost in the nostrils of ignorant,
And a devotion to a stench left to die long ago.
See the ripples in the still waters,
Created by falling branches from this Tree of Life
Leaving behind the weight of a thousand yesterdays
Creating a million tomorrows in the process.
See those ripples fade but never go away,
They will break upon the shoreline,
And take away the sands of time and hopes of the Lover,
Who is lost trying to remember his own childhood dance.
Why hold on to things that cannot last?
Why bask in the glow of yesterday’s sunset and miss the rising of the sun this moment?
Do you so love the storms of yesterday as to miss the sunlight of Now?
That voice that silences the happiness within you speaks so loudly!
You put one foot in front of your other while stumbling backward,
You laugh as you land in your fall while tears stream down your face.
You look up at where you were while looking down at where you believe you should be,
While protesting loudly the blame you’d assign to all others.
Why miss the beauty of this moment for some fantasy of yesterday?
Do you need to walk backwards and believe you will not tumble off a cliff?
Will you only discover the Now while you are tumbling to the hard ground below?
Awake from the dream now before you hit the ground and die unrealized!
Smile, for you are where you wanted to be.
You have created all of this in your Mind, and therefore made it so.
Behold your Creation with the awe that had inspired it,
And know that you have danced the dance to the song you have always wanted to sing.
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It seems like yesterday
We were young and holding on,
Laughing in the fields – sneaking by the boss,
Flirting with tomorrow as if it were all but guaranteed.
I close my eyes, remember so vividly,
White gown flowing on a hot September day,
A smile I could never forget, a feeling I thought would last forever.
Dancing with tomorrow as if it were all but guaranteed.
Now, I’m gone, flirting with Hereafter,
Holding on, not sure what I am here after.
Seeing you and praying that you’d be here after…
I close my eyes
And journey to Hereafter.
They were born,
Amidst our trials and tribulations.
Brought a life into focus but never made us whole
Still believing that tomorrow was all but guaranteed.
The house full of sound but empty all the same,
I loved you all, could never find a way.
Turn the dial, and find there’s nothing left to hold on to
Find out that nothing was ever guaranteed.
Now it’s gone, fading into Hereafter,
Washed ashore a dying corpse is all that’s left here after,
Now alone, we journey to see what’s going to be here after,
I’ve closed my eyes,
Left praying for Hereafter.
I wanna break, I want to break out,
I want to leave this life behind me
I want to forgive, I want forgiveness,
I want to kiss and have some time to love
This time.
I want to see, I want to be seen,
I want to know and be known somehow
Like a shoreline…hold you fast to the oceanside
Or a mountain…be the view
This time.
I want to trust and be trusted,
I want to cast the demons out from moments
I want to think and be be thought of
I want to find, be found and be…
This time.
I want to scream, I want to scream out,
I want to embrace the beauty offered, be the beauty that you see
Be the hand that sets you free
I won’t wait for ever but hold eternity
This time.
I hear it in the hollowed vacuum,
Lost in the shallowed and darkened caverns
Where my heart once beat with joy…
It is hope.
A light that flickers, a song that sings,
A melody not lost on these tone-deaf ears.
“I once was lost, but now am found, was blind but now I see“
There is hope.
Stuck in a momentary blend of pain and sorrow,
Jarred awake in the Seeing and in the knowledge I now have,
I now move forward toward a great resounding harmony.
I’ve found hope.
First I must extend the hand of Love,
If not to embrace but certainly to let go,
And move beyond the cycle of all that was.
I must forgive.
I must look toward Now and hope for tomorrow,
In the warm embrace of Love and Acceptance,
There must be a melody in my song, a countenance in my spirit.
There is forgiveness.
To seek the path that leads me to You, the Unknown
To be held in such esteem as to be Loved and to Love,
I feel the love due me that I share with reckless abandon.
I am forgiven.
So now I close my eyes to return to stillness.
I breathe in the Love and breathe out the past.
I hold You the Unkown tightly and bask in what is to be.
There is hope in forgiveness.
To the journey unkown for now but sure to come,
To the one I will share each unbridled step with,
I raise my glass to you in revered, sweet harmony.
There is forgiveness in hope.
And now I go silent, prayerful to share the joy in my heart,
The burning Sage has renewed a tempered spirit,
Awakened anew in the glow of Universal trust and understanding,
I am hope; I am forgiveness.
I’d say “I forgive you”
But what would be the point?
You wouldn’t hear me, or acknowledge me,
Or even return the gesture.
I’d reach out for you
But what would be the point?
You would turn your back and walk away
Show indignity as if it were your cause.
I’d say “I’m here for you”
But what would be the point?
You would throw up a wall and dig a moat,
And turn to some other instead.
I’d show you pure and unabiding love
But what would be the point?
Such an unwanted gift plays like a reedless flute
In the mind of someone so resistant to change.
So I’ll move on to those who’d seek my embrace
My counsel, my love and my respect.
For that is the point.
I hear the piano playing, I feel the power in the notes,
So I rejoice, So I rejoice.
I have been forgotten by some, it seems
But not by all,
As time flows like unearthly frigid streams,
I call, I call
To whom I have yet to discover,
Such a majesty!
I just wait patiently for the Universe to uncover,
My heart’s sweet amnesty.
Reach for peace, strive for Love,
Do not settle for the lesser,
Find the Light and soar above,
The formality’s own guesser.
To whom I have yet to hold,
And be honored by in kind,
The stories that have yet been told,
Not the tomes we’ve left behind.
For soon will be the time to bear,
In this my joy’s grantee,
We seek unto infinity’s own care,
My heart’s sweet amnesty.
Walk with me NOW my dear,
See the stars as they are now,
Feel the moon as it shines upon your brow,
And hold me in the moment without attachment to the past.
Dance with me to a song just written,
Not to some classic written when the stars above were born,
Sing to me an Evening Lullaby until a grateful morn has risen,
As if the notes themselves had inspired the miracle of Dawn.
It’s just a dream, I know
Where I matter enough to be such an object of desire,
Where the moment now is the moment that matters,
And somehow a stony heart is made open to such possibilities.
It’s just a dream, I know.
Where someone too in love with the past can somehow love me in the present,
Where the I have value beyond the fires of anger,
And can transcend the darkness that hides the stars above.
I am under no delusion,
And I am under no mystical spell of the suffering that once bound me to insanity.
I see you as you are, and me as I am.
And certainly doubt where the two of us can exist beyond the walls we have created.
Yet I’ll hold for now to the feeling that sustains my soul,
And binds me to such undeniable servitude.
Not for you, but for me and who I am
And who I have always thought I could be.
That is the tune of my Evening Lullaby,
I am here, I am now, I am who I am without reservation.
Such harmony fills the air and causes flowers to bloom,
Even if the fragrance finds only my soul to please.
What I would have done to hear how funny I was,
Or about the things we have in common,
Or about the joy I brought to your life,
If only your mind had let you see it.
Oh what I would have done to have you appreciate the laughter
That I gave you when the moment allowed,
Or the love that I shared whenever I could,
How different could things have been if only…
What I would have done to have you accept the pleasure of my existence,
Or the strength of my outstretched hand,
Or the warmth my body could provide on nights such as this,
It is true I would have paid a hefty price.
So now I dance a lonely dance hoping that you will see,
Hoping that you will feel, hoping that you will know who I am,
And hoping that it is enough to make a difference,
And that you care to see what’s real beyond what’s a figment of our imagination.
What I would have done to feel “enough” for you,
How the voices would have silenced, how the visions would have faded!
I could not believe you would have kept searching for what you had already found,
I could not believe you would have desire outside of what was keeping you satisfied.
What I would have done to feel your pride in me,
Or your Angel’s arms draw me into Heaven’s sweet repose,
I would have never left your side or hid in a cave,
But would have carried and been carried in each moment’s eternity.
But now I dance a forced and lonely dance,
Wishing I could change what cannot be altered, hearing how others are what I wish I could be.
I spin and move to the song of a lonely drum,
Knowing this is how it’s been but hoping it will change.