Tag: poetry (Page 3 of 3)

Go There, Be Happy (Poem)

November 11, 2012 / Tom

Who you turn to

In your time of need, that’s the One.

When lost in your sea of emotion

When the mind takes over

And proves to be an absent friend

The arms that comfort you

Are the arms where you should remain.

Who you talk to

In your moments of turmoil

When the world closes in on you

When the journey seems its longest

And peace seems some distant dream

That mind is the one you need know

The thoughts that should be cherished.

Comfort is not an illusion

It is a message.

A message from one heart to another

From your heart to the rest of you

That tells a simple story of love

and of where you need to be

And where you should return.

Go there, and be happy

Know it every day, every minute, every second

Even in those moments when very ground you tread

rumbles with its dissatisfaction.

Go there, and be happy

Knowing I go there with you

Sometimes with tears, sometimes with a beaming smile.

Go there, and be happy

Like flowers and grasses, bow your lips to the stream.*

And quench your thirst within the River.

I will see you there, someday.

*Rumi “Eternal Joy”

The Leaf (Poem)

October 16, 2012 / Tom

I’ve done my job

And as the end slowly comes

I will do my job again

And fall lightly to my Home.

I’ve rustled through the breeze

And sang loudly through the winds of change.

I’ve given you shade

When you needed a break from the midday Sun.

You’ve given life to me,

So that I could give life to you, my Tree.

Now the seasons are changing

And it’s time for me to change as well.

I’ve grown old to you

Another spring I shall not know

In your embrace.

You once held me so that I knew I could touch the sky

You once lifted me up so that I could see it all

And held me firm when the storm clouds came.

But now you’re letting go

In your release I cry shades of red

Of yellow and hues somewhere in between.

Where we once held firm against the storm

Now the slightest breeze tears us further apart.

Where I once danced in the Sun

I now wilt and seek refuge.

Where I was once supple

I am now dry and brittle to the touch.

Yet I have done my job.

And I will continue to do my job

As I fall lightly to the Earth

To feed you once again.

Part of me in the decay will spawn another leaf

In another time

In your place, the place I loved to be.

And you will dance in the breeze, and sing a song

If Only You Were Here

October 4, 2012 / Tom

A pink-hued sky announces the end

Of yet another day

The empty seat, the empty bed

What is there left to say?

To you…if only you were here.

We’ve walked here before

I see your footprints in the sand

I’d set the world on fire

If that was your demand

If only…if only you were here.

I sit here watching time

As I sit here wishing you were here

With your hand meshed in mine

There’d be nothing I could fear

If only…if only…you were here.

♥

Single Touch

September 26, 2012 / Tom

In the candlelight lays destiny

In the moment there is a mountain of truth

Wanting…needing…knowing

Reaching out for an answer to the call

Seeking for each other’s hand

Longing for that single touch

Than another

And another

Until there are too many to count

And we are lost once again in a place without time.

In the morning awakes destiny

Aglow with the passion of a remembered lust

Searching…reaching…taking

Not letting go and grasping all the same

Needing each other

Reaching to give that single touch

Than another

And another

Until they become too many to count

And the Earth stands still as the Lovers dance.

There are no questions

In the moments of honest ecstasy

Longing…sweating…falling

The two become one in the soft voice of forever

Eternity is calling

Demanding nothing but a single touch

Than another

And another

Until they become too many to count

And the mind’s defeat resounds in the sounds they have never made before.

They are one

In that single touch

That never ever ends.

∞

my Sweet Affinity

September 18, 2012 / Tom

How much is too much

Of me?

How much can you hear?

How much can you see?

How much can you bear

Of me, my Sweet Affinity?

Which time is the last time

You’ll be

Smiling at my words?

Wanting to hear from me?

Oh how much can you bear

Of me, my Sweet Affinity?

Which moment gives the rest

A loss of dignity?

When I don’t exist at all

In the Sunrise that you see?

Oh how much can you bear

Of me, my Sweet Affinity?

I pray, I struggle and look for signs

Or a simple, golden key

To unlock a moment’s saving grace

To set the question free

Just how much can you bear

Of me, my Sweet Affinity?

I See You

August 3, 2012 / Tom

I see you in my heart

I see you in my soul

I see you in the everything

In the glue that keeps me whole.

I see you in the morning

I see you in the night

I see you to the left of me

And I see you to the right.

Know this here and now

This simple truth of me

That when my heart is opened wide

It’s only you I see.

My Garden of Gethsemane

July 17, 2012 / tomgrasso

In my Garden of Gethsemane

I walked along with her

She could not know my suffering

A worm stuck in my own cocoon.

The wounds I bore

She touched them

And they opened

I screamed silently until I could be silent no more.

She did not mean it

She could not see they were there

And I hid the bleeding

Until our river ran crimson with untold memories.

By touching them

She healed them

The flesh, it tore

But allowed the Light to enter.

There are some Souls

Who bless our lives with presence

Who heal us even amid the suffering

Such is Love.

I wonder what wounds I touched in her

And I weep at the thought of the injury

Even as I pray that I healed her too

A reflection of the Light she is to me.

I can see her now, clearly

The clouds of torment gone

The attention to wounds forgotten

Love eternal reigns the day.

In the ending a new beginning

In the loss a prize eternal

I bask in the tears I shed for her

Such medicine the salty rivers give!

I feel her now not through a pain soaked curtain

But through a warm vessel of Light

The Sun, the Moon, the Stars

The Glory of a Dancing Tigress.

I felt the Universe unfold in beautiful awe

As she fell into my arms weeping

Telling me a million stories

Without ever saying a word.

And I heal…

That moment I came down off my cross

And turned it into just another tree

I fell in love with me.

Right there, in my Garden of Gethsemane

Where the Beloved showed me who I am

Right where the wounds became no more

Right were she touched where no one has touched me before.

I wrapped my arms around her

Our sweated Beings merged

I loved in that moment like I’ve never loved before

I swallowed all of her she’d allow me to have.

I ceased to be in that moment still

The final thread of my veil fell away

Or so it seems that weighted cloak is gone

Lifted by a selfless act of Love.

I do not pretend to know tomorrow

There are many crosses with many weights to bear

Yet in this instant I fear no more

I am free in this, my Garden of Gethsemane.

The Flower Still

August 15, 2011 / tomgrasso

I don’t seek to be your lover,
I seek to be your way,
To realize the Love within you,
To see the sunrise, to see the sunset,
To be the clouds on a raining Sunday afternoon.

I have hurt you a thousand times,
So that you could release your own suffering,
Drop it in the pool of Life,
And let it sink into the abyss,
Never to be seen again, yet never gone for good.

You are a Flower,
Powerful in beauty yet delicate to touch,
You bask equally in the Sun and the Rain,
When you are fully bloomed,
You brighten the world with you.

A Flower does not bloom,
Until first it has been tortured with Life,
It must face death to know Life,
It must face itself to know its Self,
And then open Itself to the world.

It’s thorns protect it from many predators,
While It’s beauty inspires them to peace,
It does not protect Itself to continue to live,
It protects Itself so that it may create unending harmony,
And bless us with Its sweet fragrance.

A Flower does not realize Its power,
A Flower cannot see Its beauty,
A Flower cannot understand Its own importance,
A Flower simply breaks through the ground,
A sits still awaiting Its purpose realized.

When you are open my dear Flower,
My heart is filled with unending Joy,
When you are closed,
I focus on the thorns that protect you,
And the drops of blood that rain from my needy hand.

You are You,
Radiance that steals the breath from my soul,
Fragrance that gives pause to my senses,
And beauty that gives purpose to my eyes,
While giving form to the path I am on.

You are here in the Now,
Do I pot you and carry you where I may go?
Or do I sit in silence and just be with you?
I pray your roots are where my feet may touch the Earth,
Allowing our eternal dance of Love.

Flower be still!
Even as you move where the winds of mind may take you,
Do not let those breezes effect the Knowing,
Just allow them to carry the Fragrance of the Love you know,
So that others may know it too.

Be truthful in your repose,
And be humble in your return,
Do not cater to the voices in your head,
But feel the voices in your heart,
And let them out in silent harmony.

Be like the Flower still,
Do not speak your truth, Be your truth,
Do not speak your love, Be your Love,
Do not love yourself, But Love your Self,
A Flower does not speak about its beauty to the world.

Fold upon your Self,
So that you may bloom another day!
Share your Self with the Universe,
For the Love that you release is eternal,
As every part of the Universe shares your sweet nectar.

Now we move, and sing the song we feel,
In Love we share this moment realized,
And in passing we have created an eternity,
You are now me, and I am now you,
In blessing the Flower still.