Passion breaks apart
fired in ovens too hot.
Cool love lasts longer.
Tag Archives: love
WORDS
Are words without heart more marketing than art?
Is there any assurety my words sit on your lips
with the same joy they sit on mine?
I count on words to keep us all alive.
Or is it false security to believe in such vanity?
I sit quietly, in meek wonder at the power of words
to turn a cheek against a blow,
or use a laugh to turn aside sorrow.
As I await inspiration words flow.
I wonder how this can be so.
What is life but waiting to know?
What is hope but a quickening of spirit?
What is faith but a breath in and breath out?
What is love but accepting whatever comes about?
Has life any purpose or is it merely aspiration?
Is life simply our imagination?
Without imagination can we survive?
Can any nation?
I wait.
I breathe.
I accept.
I imagine.
I survive.
Filed under POETRY
HOLY COMMUNION
Hope is a gift we can only give ourselves
when we have faith in ourselves
which requires we love ourselves.
Believing in ourselves
allows us to believe in others.
We only know this by the gift of love
others give us.
The hopeless cannot have faith
until they love themselves.
They foment insurrection
to make a dark connection
with other lost souls.
Loving the faithless,
those who have lost faith
with their own humanity,
with their own community
is perhaps our own best hope
for unity.
Perhaps love is the more difficult gift,
the more difficult to find,
the more difficult to hold fast.
Perhaps we are not meant to hold onto love
to make it last;
but to let it go and find its way,
to those whose need is greater than our own,
that we may create better days.
Filed under POETRY
LOVE LETTER TO UKRAINE
Love with every fiber of your being.
Love gives life and death meaning.
Love keeps vision clear.
Love is stronger than fear.
Love embraces positivity.
Love destroys negativity.
Love crosses every border.
Love creates world order.
Love brings unity.
Love creates community.
I believe in love, that is true.
I believe in you.
Three Bows to Untie
There are three bows to be untied
if peace is to abide.
Untie the bow of fear
and open the package of hope.
Untie the bow of greed
and open the package of faith.
Untie the bow of hate
and open the package of love.
Pretend it is Christmas Day
and celebrate
Peace to all of good will,
If you will.
Pretend it is your birthday
and free yourself
Of the past.
When all the bows are untied
Peace will abide.
Filed under POETRY
Reflection on the Lonely Artist
The lonely artist is not a fiction but a prediction
of the lonely lover
awaiting to discover
who we are.
I do not know you, do I ?
How could I when I do not yet know myself?
I see you. I hear you.
You are there.
In your eyes I see myself
as a reflection,
with it inherent loss of my full energy
and being, lost in your gaze.
This leaves me lost and dazed.
All you give me is a reflection of myself.
It is not enough.
It lacks your energy. Your being
you keep for yourself,
leaving me alone, grasping air.
Perhaps this is why we choose
to love only those who appear
most like our selves.
Disenchanted when all we are
able to embrace
is the reflected self.
Give me your true self.
Give me your art
not something set apart,
but different from me.
This is the value of diversity.
This love beyond self
only comes when we see
more than our own reflection,
are given new energy,
the energy of you.
Fear keeps us apart.
We fear knowing who we are.
We fear knowing who you are.
Fearing if we love you,
we will only see
our lessened selves.
Filed under POETRY
Busy Days
Busy days boost the sun
however faint his gaze.
No time to moan
his wandering ways
over the banks of snow.
Sun warms the heart
and soothes the soul
even when he strays
too far south
to take the time
to light our way.
Busy days ease our wait
for sun’s return
To grace us with his kiss
and hold our heart in his.
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BLOGGERS
Grief is palpable
hearts made of soft wool;
natural,
real,
felted by tears,
made stronger,
tightening bonds
across miles
circumventing the globe.
Likes on the blog
string together the yarns
of hearts attuned.
We touch.
We share.
We still care
enough to like.
Enough to tell each other
You are heard.
You are loved.
You are heart
of my heart.
We are in this
together.
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HELPERS
Caring need not mean
carrying another’s burden;
nor lifting a load too heavy
to bear alone,
yet often does.
There is a danger of injury
in shifting loads.
Better to brace
weakened strength
and leave the load in place.
Better to widen the stance
on planted feet
solidly grounded
while arms embrace.
Better to dance together.
this, too, lightens a load
with far more grace
and less harm.
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