these Lovers
exist beyond love
in the realm of the Original
in the realm of Peace
mortals pass them by
never understanding
their sacrifice:
to become immortal
they had to give up
being
human
where are the Gods
who used to come down to play?
to live?
legends magnified
by their love of flesh
of life
but these Gods are new
they must practice well
play by the rules
giving all
desiring nothing
They call for our love
but cannot feel it
They call for our love
to bring us higher
They call for our love
because they know love will save us
They call
but remain just out of reach
of our love
we are indebted to their grace
but saddened by the truth:
the best of us made untouchable
because the rest of us could not feel
we are blind
so they give us their eyes
we are grateful
but so sorely miss
gazing into them
cards are dealt, pain is felt, spirit is eternal, but soul is true/ colors fade, flowers bloom, birth is ancient; death is too/ open now, smile at the sun, exposed to the chill, not afraid to feel/ because the world is beautiful, heaven is here, love is forever and life is real...
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Friday, April 13, 2012
tantrika in oil
paint me red
and watch me dance
look into my eyes
see reflected
pools of You
beneath indigo skies
draw me in
then be consumed
made whole by unquenched fire
paint me red
i'll be your muse
and heal you with desire
and watch me dance
look into my eyes
see reflected
pools of You
beneath indigo skies
draw me in
then be consumed
made whole by unquenched fire
paint me red
i'll be your muse
and heal you with desire
Monday, April 9, 2012
i wonder if it hurts a baby's skin to be exposed to air for the first time. how cold must it feel?
how odd must it feel? that first instance in a lifetime when one can perceive herself as separate from her source
the moment when the physical becomes disjointed from the spiritual reality
when evidence begins to speak falsely
the beginning of ego
birth must be the reason we are confused our whole lives
we are pushed out
into a secondary reality
charged with finding the first
by becoming it
how odd must it feel? that first instance in a lifetime when one can perceive herself as separate from her source
the moment when the physical becomes disjointed from the spiritual reality
when evidence begins to speak falsely
the beginning of ego
birth must be the reason we are confused our whole lives
we are pushed out
into a secondary reality
charged with finding the first
by becoming it
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