To be what you are, not a fragment, but gallantly
a spacious Being
to make life in the slipstream, drift
as significant pleasure, be your space to love.
Isolation can be a torturous place
the mind, a self-made enclosure to think one is alone;
or a fragment;
there is the air you breathe
your breath can share with a flower; take in to one’s self
life aroma, and nature,
one with you as one, restores all peace;
share the pain, you’re not a lone;
the prayer sung
or cried, not lost to silence;
and the battle ? no winners or losers , is won
One’s self a space, a freedom, to feel,
not be an emotion or the problem;
senses explore glowing depths to find
that you and life are one,
there is no substitute;
and darkness need not consume, to concur
A stream ponders no such thing
but follows its course in the whole one world,
as a whole living stream
not a part; and the bones of the slain
aren’t forgotten, their chalky white image clear in the mind;
while we live is the time to dance, and to love,
for love empowers, anoints the eyes of life.
Stolen from love we trudge, owning a broken dream
to our back; our tears
wash the moments we fell in pieces, our glue not enough;
where is a bright star of morning ?
It’s there in our heart.
Not melted away into little love;
Love, the cloth of heaven above
and beneath – know its touch!
Replenish, expansive spirit; spacious being
not be crushed, by any other’s dream;
take your own piquant water from the stream.
For all darling friends.
you are spacious beings !
Many of us alone when we’d
prefer not to be; that we could curl into
one with another, is a humanness.
So this is for you.
Lose not a part of you through being alone.
He, is the masculine,
She, is the feminine,
with no less of self, nor of love..
Love one another, and one’s self,
be the gift that you are.
Give smiles to the world
and feel the love.