A hole is not a whole
I have a hole
I’d prefer a whole to fill my hole
and make my sole soul
Whole

It was a long time coming

And in the joining,

the consummation

Even then, in such sweet union

A sense

Of endings

And,  of course,

Of course

Beginnings.

The seeds of one born in the other



The paradox of this great truth embraced

I come to know that thus it is

And always was

For humankind

And we,

You and I

Are truly one in this.

I’ll be rapt when I’m wrapped
In your old brown gown
I’ll be rapt when I’m wrapped
In your arms
So your going will rap
On the strings of my heart
Then unrapt
And unwrapped
I’ll be rapped.

Touch me and caress me until my heart sings with joy
Let it be only for the sheer love of me
Then my heart will soar
And together in rapturous ascent we’ll be borne on a thermal of passion and desire
Circling and dancing
Each lost, yet found, in the ecstasy of surrender.

Slaked by careless loving
There’s peacefulness
The energy of the moment is gone
And, like feathers gently sinking in still air we settle together, curled, inseparable
Feeling whole and also part of a greater whole
Until the next breeze blows

Dream-walking I can explore opportunities
Collaborating and engaging in the process
Creating a synergy of thoughts and images
That may or may not stand the test
In the light of day
There’s comfort in dreaming of possibilities
Unblemished notions
Untried hypotheses
Perfect in their synthesis
My secret desires
They fill a need
Until the need is filled.

Sensations of strength come unexpected
They are newly born and welcome
Precious as all new life.

Unpredictable, they appear and disappear,
Fleeting in their attenuated passing, they are fragile
Leaving a sense of wonder, then loss.

Mine to nurture, this fragile strength might transform me.
I hold this seeming paradox
And feel a celebration – a beginning.

The turkey was a-roasting
The tatties were a-toasting
Have a glass of wine!
                …
The brussel’s were a-boiling
The pudding was a-baking
Brandy first, then dine!
…
The crackers we’re a-pulling
The jokes we are a-telling
A tot of port is fine!
…
The carols we are singin’
The presents we are givin’
A wishky? If there’s time!
…
Now on the shofa cuddlin’
Kishin’ and a-shnugglin’
A sherry’sh not a crime!
…
Then we shleep a-dreamin’
In shlumber both a-beamin’
‘til tequila shunrise time!
…