feeling discomfort dissipates as
I embrace instead of
the yellow glow of the rising sun
gives me the gift of renewed hope
and gratitude for my breath and life
I love you.
Please forgive me.
may my naked desire
rest in You
10w "naked desire" is a term from Cloud of Unknowing, a book about divine love and contemplation written by an anonymous author.
i adore life
gratitude fills me
Beloved, may Your eternal flame burn in me.
A fire that purifies and
illumines the darkness within
my thirsty heart.
20w. Title from St. John of the Cross, an expression that he used to poetically describe a state of being in union with God.
I am grateful I can feel thankful for life instead
of just hating on it like I used to.
I am grateful for choosing real connections instead
of checking out and isolating into myself.
I am grateful I can be a son to my parents, a husband to my wife,
a father to my daughter, and a friend to my friends instead of
drinking myself to death a day at a time.
you may not know me
face to face,
but you and I have connected
heart to heart through words.
Our lives are woven together by
the tapestry of words,
and into a living breathing poetry.
you and I are no longer strangers,
but fellow poets and sojourners
on this journey of creation.
nothin' like home cookin'
to revive my soul and belly
a life filled with futility,
where each day faded
a life filled with moments,
each one humbling me
I will live
a life when I reach out to
others still fading
there's nothing like
jumpin' in a mountain stream
to wake you up to life
except maybe a swig of moonshine
Nostalgic poem about playing in mountain streams near Asheville, NC.
the crisp morning air
embraces my skin
greeting each pore
with a welcome
to wake up
Written before my morning bike ride to work.
a deep desire fires hope or despair
what you set your heart on
i never knew a love like this
to hold you skin to skin
heart to heart
i can feel your breath
against my chest
and feel your warmth
i feel my heart expanding
to love so fully and completely
i am so grateful for meeting you
heart to heart
I wrote this while holding my sleeping my daughter against my chest, but also a poem to describe my experience of divine love through loving others.
sometimes my feet feel so heavy
I want to give up,
then someone walks from behind
and I realize I am not walking this path alone.
somehow, I feel a little bit lighter and filled with purpose
in my step, and I catch up to the next guy and help him
get up and walk the path together.
"Spiritual life is not a theory. We have to live it."
my mind stirs
and then I lie
I wish I arrived at humility out of love,
minutes often I arrive at its doors
through the pain of humiliation.
My self righteous anger brought me
to this moment of the beauty of humility
as I cradle my bruised hand after punching a wall.
I am a human being that makes mistakes,
and the beauty of a spiritual life happens
through progress not perfection.
I am growing little by little,
and slowly breaking the cycle of violence
passed from my father, passed to him by his father...
I cannot spiritually grow alone and without help.
The beauty of humility is that I am not alone, and
I am neither the worst or the best. I am human.
I walk upon heaven and earth
I walk through hell with ease
all is suffering, all is love
I embrace it all with serenity,
when my heart is at peace
Words and feelings rising out of morning metta meditation
the cool wind in my hair
as you and I glide across
the cement jungle.
You make my life tolerable
in this crazy urban landscape,
my trusty metal steed that
helps me duck and weave in
stand still traffic of the Nation's capital.
nothing like flying through the city on you, my bicycle,
on this beautiful spring day. I know you can't speak,
but if you could, you would also say "wheeeeee" with glee.
the summer heat is oppressive
it's so hot and humid in the south
you become drenched with sweat
just standing still
the running streams of mountain water
rushing through rocks and then crashing down on ya
the chill of the waterfall freezes the intensity of explosion
on your skin as the water beats down on ya
there's nothing like it in the world to standing underneath a waterfall
I hug the wall of stone and feel the cold slimy surface
and my hands run through the moss growing on the side
what an amazing reprieve on a hot summer's day
God bless the mountains of North Carolina
God bless Appalachia
God bless this place called
home of my heart
where living waters flow
1. I am grateful for having the freedom to share my thoughts freely without censorship.
2. Grateful for my wife and our daughter growing inside of her.
3. I am grateful for something greater than me keeping me alive multiple times, when I tried to take my life multiple times in a dark period that almost lasted a decade.
4. I am grateful today that I can start the day free and at peace with my life, and not drown out the voices with substances or compulsive behavior.
5. I am thankful I can breathe, and be in touch with my heart.
6. I am grateful for Hello Poetry , my online community of poets that I can share my experiences and learn from others to continue living with hope.
an easy choice
so **** hard
let your little seed of hope grow
nurture and protect it
and someday you will
from a hopeless state of
mind and body
if i can do it
so can you
Dedicated to all those struggling with addiction and those walking the path of recovery. Phrase "a hopeless state of mind and body" is not my own. I am quoting 12th step literature.
the summer rain washes
my blues away
makes everything new
the cicadas are singing
and the cats stare in quiet contemplation
a cool breeze passes through our window
and my heart perks at the sound of your foot steps
love is knowing your steps
and greeting the rhythm of your breath
with wonder and gratitude
may your love illumine
like the sun
the darkness that lurks
in my heart
may your love quench
I have never experienced
the sweetness of love
Wound me with tenderness
as I embrace Your living flame of love.
Burn away my fears and self-pity
that holds me back from being
consumed by the flames of Your love.
Ignite the hearth of my own heart,
so I may share Your living flame
with tenderness to spread the flame of divine life.
Melt away my insecurities and dishonesty, so
I can stand before You as a living flame burning
wildly to embrace everything as a gift from You.
your love is like gravity
it grounds me to the earth
I just have to hold on
and put one step in front of the other
some days I want to float away into nothing
but then I remember I have love that
roots me here in reality with all its gravity
grateful for love that grounds me and not the one leads me to illusion and fantasy.
resting in God, Divine Light, the Beloved.
beauty lies in little moments
when i pause and breathe
sometime I feel so much
rage inside of me
deep seated anger seethes
usually lying dormant till
it's called out
no matter how spiritual I get
I haven't been able to befriend
anger boils to rage
and I want to take it out on
the people closest to me
the wheel of suffering turns
and I feel so powerless
a fearful thought or idea
enters my head and
robs me of my serenity
the center of all my obsessions
is me, and the only things that helps
me get out of myself is
being of service to others
I ain't no bodhisattva,
but I think they had it right.
Even if you become an englightened being,
what's the point of being aware and free
if you aren't willing share it and help
others to be free.
in patient anticipation
to hear your
bask in a love that frees
a love like that first ray of sunlight,
after a cold and dark winter.
a love that is freely given and helps us grow,
and not the codependant and addictive love
that binds and controls.
I laugh and dance in the sunlight of God's love
that makes me whole and safe.
no thing or person can ever take away this freedom,
unless I give it away.
open my eyes with loving attention
so I may see the world with a lover's heart.
my heart explodes with joy
as I flutter my wings
I will never fly as gracefully
or as long as the other birds
but when I am in the air
even for a moment
I feel free
my broken wings lift me up
to where I do not know,
but somewhere etched in my heart
a strange thing happened when I
started singing songs of gratitude
for learning to fly with broken wings
other birds with broken wings
started to gather around me
sharing their experience and hopes
I am free as my heart sings joyfully
my own hopes and dreams
as I share my experience
to help another bird with broken wings
to journey a little closer
to the place etched in their hearts
and somehow I am exactly
where I am supposed to be
flying with broken wings
joe cole's prompt for a poem about freedom. I chose to approach it in the non-literal route.
each day is a gift
awe and wonder.
gratitude flows from
a wondrous gift called grace.
a gift darkness
freely of my
will not be caged
the breeze whispers
sweet love songs
and lifts my soul.
I have hungered to be filled,
satiated down to the very fiber of
Am I crazy to crave food with such
carnal intensity? Expecting chocolate
sugary goodness to satisfy the soul's
hunger underneath my physical craving.
But not everything has to be about God,
does it? Sometimes, I just want to savor
the rich decadence of dark chocolate mingled
the burning fire of a chili pepper.
Am I coveting? Am I being sinful to be too
material and sensual? ******* it! I bet
God loves taking a slow bite of chocolate.
I keep dividing the world into
material and spiritual.
Maybe that's why I'm so hungry?
I was trying to be humorous about my own struggle with finding a spirituality that integrates my body and carnal desires.
I am sometimes hit with a
heavy dose of doubt,
does anyone care about
what I write?
maybe I shouldn't write?
no one wants to read this stuff.
but then I remember that
I write for me,
and I write simply
because it comes
out of me.
who am I to stand in
the way of creative expression?
So I just get out of the way,
and put pen to paper.
my mind is in a fog
your love is the breeze that
clears it away
the sea rises and falls
in rhythm with the moon
my soul ebbs and flows
in rhythm of our love
fading into nothing
only to find
. duality diversity
letting go holding firm
walking with walking away
moving out moving in
embracing silence cuddling chaos
making out sitting alone
loving fully craving love
loosing fear desiring power
past actions future promise
healing wounds festering resentments
being aware choosing ignorance
centering prayer running away
sharing life hording death
the tides swell
and hearts quell
my body shakes in anticipation
of profund ecstasy of liberation
and not the emptiness of libations
the bright moon light keeps the revelers out
thirsting for soemthing they cannot name
in a drunken fanatic frenzy they shout
claiming a new change in life when they remain the same
the ocean waves crash
and so do my thoughts
an uncontrollable maelstrom that spreads like a rash
only to find peace in the still silence I've always sought
Finally I am home and I bask in the light of the full moon
I too was a reveled once howling at the moon
but now instead I drink in the spirit of life
I might have spoke too soon
because my heart still feels stife
then I fall back to
my old self
A poem expressing some fears through poetry.
Beloved, you were waiting in
the veins of my soul to provide
sweet water to quench my
no person, *****, or acclimations
relieved my desperate thirst
Today, I am a channel of your life giving water that
I freely share, and in return I am given the gift of
peace and serenity in my soul
Thank you. I love you.
Phrases "veins of my soul" and "sweet water" from St. John of the Cross' Living Flame of Love.