Buckling Fire

Your eyelashes beckon me in

Tell me to stay

And not go away

What am I to say

To those deep pools

Calling me today?

Swinging on the trapeze of your smile

I’m sorry if it takes me a while

To stop staring

Or stop caring

For the words you say to me

for the buckle in my knees

It’s not that I don’t feel it

My heart pulled toward the pit

Those who play with fire

Those who walk the wire

Must soon find ways to quit

Playing with matches.

Faith

With open heart and open ears

I breathe in His requests.

They are my own,

I do not question.

I move at His behest.

 

Righteous

They’re rushing forward

Pushing, shoving love aside

“Give up!” they cry.

Another form of letting go is all

That’s required.

Images twist to feelings

Feelings churn to jeers

Stemming from the ultimate

Forsaking.

The draping raised to reveal

A solid notion and

Unholy motion

The divine back facing me

Of the one and only

Walking away

Turning the key

And letting go

Of me.

A Meditation Remnant

Shoulders drop further

Ankle is tense

New sensations awaken me more

To this moment.

I let go the ankle

Never have I known fluidity such as this.

Return to the breath

Hold at the top and release

Hold at the bottom, inhale

Quietly

Breathing is quiet.

My chest began hard, strong, tough

Breathing prominent and ubiquitously strained

Time passes, who knows how much

I am in this moment.

The breath cycles as if on a wheel

Round and round

My nose to chest to belly and out again through my body.

Thoughts come.

I remember the breath.

The chest softens, shoulders soften, back straight, arms tingle

Breath is flowing

Round and round, not in and out

One big circle

A pillow fills my chest, is my breath.

Gripping Thoughts

The net falls, my toes grip

Too tightly?

Trying to relax

Into the change and shift occurring slightly

Within and around

That which used to be

Me.

A slackening line does not mean

Losing control

Does it?

Learning to relearn

Delving further

In

Me

Tasting that

Which

Can

Feel.

Feeling that which can reflect pain.

Turning toward a path that can heal.

Lightless

Cover me in darkness

To hide the bitter truths

The ones no one is speaking

The ones I can’t reveal.

Cover me in darkness

So full and so complete

Allow no light to touch me

Or soften my thin walls.

Cover me in darkness

I want no star, no speck

Illuminating my surroundings

Or the world within.

Cover me in darkness

Until the ocean fades

Until the tides turn back again

So children are safe to wade.

Ode to the Breath

Be the last mobile space

Setting the standards

Which change according to grass

Or blood or glass champagne.

There is no reason, just pleasure

Coursing ever so diligently from  vesicle to vesicle.

Hello, it says, do not despair

Every moment spent

Is a moment caressing hazy peace.

Serenity may be present but it isn’t always clear.

How sharp those delusions

Informing us of specific results.

Trembling under the gift

Of a shimmering sun

Can be a true enlightenment filled with presence

Stability, tranquility, love

Can carry us deeper under grace’s waterfall.

Recognize IT for what IT is

Judge not, be

Feel

Exist.

Seeking

Once truth in desire, always truth in desire?

Though I pore hard and poke through the ashes

I find no tools to show me my way

I fright at the loss of what has been known

And of dropping into a morass of new bones.

Those bones they are sharp, they are old and not new,

Those bones are many and keep me up long at night.

I dare not prod nor poke these bones, for surely a poke will be returned.

My wanderings leave me stranded with clueless eyes and unforgiving thoughts,

Heart hardened for protection against internal workings.

Uncertainty is no comfort for change

Tears no relief from misunderstood pain

‘Twas once a thought inside my head, “this heart wants love before it is dead”

Where goes that thought now?

Where treads that heart now?

Or is it lost among the trampled?

 

Rodeo Beach

Watching the clouds part the sky

With the quickness of a train on a straightaway

But a fluidity all their own

Pieces of human verbiage pierce the sound of the crashing waves.

Whatever.

Nothing can disturb my peace.

Gravel crunching next to me

In my sheltered hideaway

Does not drown out the ocean’s call

Nor dull the lighthouse horn.

The buoy rings unevenly

Daring ships to near

And still the clouds pass ‘bove my head

My peace a constant partner.

Written for Trifecta: Week 109
Write between 33 and 333 words using the following word, 3rd definition
WHATEVER
1.  (pronoun) a: anything or everything that
b: no matter what : regardless of what
Used in questions that express surprise or confusion
2.  (adjective) a: all the
b: any ; any … that
Used to refer to something that is not known
3.   (adverb) Used to show that something is not important

Serenity Lost

The nagging pokes perforate my serenity

The kind that doesn’t come easily

The type fighting against the jabs

Thinking the stabbing is a side effect

Of some past experience.

“Don’t hold onto the unhappiness,” he said.

The poking, prodding notes

Of discomfort

Tell a different story,

One that’s convoluted in gooey memories and shaky truths.

Unhappiness is forced to exit my ears

Leave my lips bumbling something about pain

And desperate to suck the words back in.

The jolting is normal

For me

It hasn’t changed in years.

The hope is that is will

The fear is that it will not.

I let go the fear

In remembrance of what he said.

Unhappiness, no longer my friend, must be set free.

‘Tis a speakeasy to the ego and heart

When something’s poking around inside me.