The Glass is not half empty
Nor is it half full
It is simply awaiting its fate,
Always Held in someone else's hands.

And Then I Saw.
And  Found That I had Loved.
And My Cup is Always Full.
Even When It Overflows,
It's Sides Will Never Empty.

There is no top nor bottom,
Only that which is held in between,
The source and keeper
Of all and every thing.

6/2018

Pain is the spice of life.
It's how you know you are alive.
It's what makes happiness & pleasure feel so good.
It's the Yin to my Yang.
It's not to be avoided but embraced with grace.
It's a bittersweet agony that when savored,
flavors your soul and makes us more complete & whole.
It is what rounds us out, teaches us & gives us clarity.
Without our pain, there would be no truth or joy.

As water is to cleansing rain
and heat as to burning flame,
so are you to me; the same.
My fiery rain.

Fill the gutter of my mind.
Fire the coal your heart has mined.
Burn me to the end of time.
Your fire does reign.

r ~ 4/1/14

How will i bleed for you today
and in what way?
From which vein will my life's blood flow
as the page turns, always a new way.
How will you make me squirm?
Everyday i face, there you  stand
I'm seemingly lost with no escape plan.

Standing strong, my feet upon solid ground
echos of you sweep my steps from beneath me
and yet i know each pain inflicted
releases another injury.
My only freedom will be found
in this self allowed agony.

Trying to peer through dust covered eyes
lost in a sea of darkness
and tossed about in the night
how do I find a way through
to another view?
I try to know, to see,
through the murk that encompasses me.

I've been blinded and beat
by a game I didn't know was in play
while trying to walk free
into some other new day.
How do you reconcile that which was lost & ignorantly given with others who've taken all your power away?

Love and the Battle Field have No Right to Mix!