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Jay Harden Oct 2011
She’s a hard, fickle woman woven into my soul,
The way that they say it must be.
When we fight, it is right every day, any night;
When it ends, there is love – I and she.
We don’t lie, we don’t cry, we continually try.
It’s our nature to battle for free.
As you can tell, we’ve done it quite well
As part of a great company.
The truth of the matter, our thunderous clatter
Is a world that few ever see.
You can take me out of my airplane now,
But you can’t take my plane out of me.
June 24, 2011
O’Fallon, Missouri
Jay Harden Oct 2011
Live again with me, and smile.
Warm my face, and turn it mild.
Break the layers over me
And I will look at what you see.
Show again to me that smile
Loving here, tamed and wild.
I see it in other faces now,
Never doubting our how,
All these windows to joy,
The lover and the boy.
Live again with me, and smile.

We have the time, late in the day,
Build once more, talk and play.
Live again with me, and smile.

May I tell the truth of you?
What we were and cared to do?
What we made was silent strong,
Carried by our secret song.
Live again with me, and smile.

The simple glory of your smile,
Constant trust all the while.
A simple wish, so simple, this.
Live again with me, and smile.
July 15, 2011
O’Fallon, Missouri
Jay Harden Oct 2011
Me I am
A drop in the ocean.
So the ocean is me.
Me I am
The curl of a wave
And so the ocean is me.
Me I am
The whitecap squall,
The bluest deep,
The clear lagoon,
The calm of the sea.
I feel the ocean in me.
Where is the me
That used to be,
That never was true,
Never was free,
Alone and separate,
Now able to see?
I am it all,
All is in me.
I play in this water
Every day,
Every moment,
Every which way.
Nothing I miss,
Nothing I lose,
Nothing I long for,
All I can choose.
This is my answer:
Give up my mind,
Touch every moment
Here without time.
ashram reflections of a beach in Sri Lanka (later hit by the great tsunami)
February 8, 2004
Coimbatore, India

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