HOUSE OF TEARS

This house is so quiet 

you can hear a tear drop,

I could

 fill this empty house with activity and noise:

 cook, clean, paint, fix

or just create a list of things to do,

get lost inside the doing.

I could look away from this loneliness

but don’t they say

the salve for the wound

is in the wound?

if my head was as empty

as this house,

there would be nothing here to fear

but like a child’s

bad dream

I am threatened by monsters

and then forget

I'm dreaming..

There is plenty of room in this house

For my imagination.

I think a better idea is to 

Get a dog.

I WISH I KNEW

I am waiting for a poem to arrive,

My muse has lost her way,

I wish I had something to say 

That would help you have a better day,

I wish that I could lift you,

I wish that I could lift myself,

I wish that a gang of maids

would storm in and clean my mind

leaving only clarity behind.

I wish compassion would break my heart wide open.

I could embrace the things I like to think

Make me unhappy.

I wish I knew what to wish for.

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I AM A DROP OF WATER

Even when i am apart from you

still i am a part of you

like a drop of water from the sea,

now rising into sky

you paint clouds with me.

Then spill me into ground.

Grow the corn and wheat

Fresh and pure and sweet 

Cool our throats,

Wash our feet.

Weep and you seep 

from my eyes 

laying holy tracks of my tears..

There is no escaping you is there?

Even when I abandon myself

and tell myself I am all alone,

 turning to you fearfully,

I see once again 

that I was never even for a moment,

 out of your sweet embrace.

In time once more, as often before,

I open again to you my friend.

I surrender and become your willing flute.

You conduct your breath through me.

You make a song of me.

I have always been an instrument of

your divine orchestration.

HIDE AND SEEK

I used to pray silently

hiding my wonder and devotion 

like a secret from myself.

If faith is a crutch 

for the weak and ignorant,

I’ll take two.

Humility opens my heart;

I confess,

 I need a power greater than myself

to lift me up out of myself

and into a world that matters.

I give thanks to Source,

of which I am a part of

And although time and time again

I play hide and seek with my self,

Now and again I find me.

HOME SWEET HOME

HOME SWEET HOME

My ear to a cloud

Listening for directions,

Wondering which way the wind blows.

A bell tolls..

Don’t ask for who,

There is no body here but you.

You knew this,

But forgot again.

With your inhale hope returns,

With the exhale stillness and peace.

There was never any place to go,

was there?

You have always been home,

You have always been home.