Bold

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Does language
ever really capture
the love we feel
completely?

Do stars
drop from the sky
and nestle us
with great surprise?

Pondering
these questions,
I think about the boys,
grown up so much now;
it’s hard to believe
as I still see their shadow
in my rear view.

On different paths,
are they,
yet learning more,
they are,
about themselves,
and, yes,
everyone else
.

A miracle to behold,
is the gift
of being a father
to two young men
so bold.

They touch my heart
in so many ways,
at times,
it’s impossible to impart
the fullness
of this beautiful gift,
especially when we are apart.

Be that as it may,
for today, it’s enough
to know
that they live within,
and will stay there
forevermore.

#poetry, #fatherhood, #heart, #life, #love, #poem, #poems, #sons

28-5

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I knock three times,
yes,
it’s 28-5.
It seems I’ve got
that right, yet
there’s never an answer,
and I wonder
what might be the matter.

I pace
and think,
and think and pace,
clearing my mind
of all those escapes, and
preconceived ideas
of what I’m missing, while
staying present
to the glow that’s forth giving.

And, just then,
I hear someone
from behind the door,
calling someone
from beyond
the shore.

And yet,
no one’s there,
and I wonder
about all that’s fair,

as our

hearts
mingle in a dance
of inquiry,
hidden from view
behind
a barricade
of life’s fullest and most
interesting mysteries.

In response to the WDYS #81 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.

#poetry, #28-5, #heart, #inquiry, #intruige, #life, #love, #mystery, #poem, #poems, #wdys81

The Fabric of Accessorised Attachment: Amber and Jeff (4)

When I look inside,
sometimes is found a diatribe,
of ideas, which are
moving and shaping
experience
without the knowledge
of the receiver.

Egoic mind in motion,
suffering extending roots
from craving to attachment.
Blinding light of awareness,
are you afraid of the
parallax light would perform?

Following these ideas
from here to there
is often pale,
until that is,
we get beyond
the veil.

We often accessorize
to people and ideas
too comfortably
with the gates to our heart
unlocked
with hope,
the void of emptiness
remains when the
filled absence
has dissolved.

We must then
make headway,
and, stay resolved,
by being open
to all that’s at our door,
while we learn more
about humanities very core.

Welcome others to be who
they truly are,
by mirroring and refracting
off Self.
Don’t force situations,
solutions once submerged emerge,
uncertainty is reality,
delve into it.

Experience
is a wise teacher, and
can shed light
on the ideas
we struggle with,
while we bundle close
together,
and pray for
our very souls.

Detachment does not
mean that you should own nothing,
but that nothing should own you.
Soaring above the
high planes,
be enrolled experience
yet not of it.

Experience as the guide,
please abide, and
delight yourself in the fabric
of reality within view,
while ensconcing
yourself in the mystery
of all that is hidden within you.

Created by Amber of DiosRaw, and myself.

#poetry, #attachment, #awareness, #collaboration, #detachment, #diosraw, #experience, #heart, #humanity, #life, #love, #mind, #mystery, #poem, #poems, #reality, #unreality

Haiku #22

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twists and turns galore,
heart ready to explore, with
silence at your door

#poetry, #contemplation, #exploration, #haiku, #heart, #introspection, #life, #love, #poem, #poems, #silence

Sealing and Healing

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Trauma and pain
go together,
and as I sit here
and type this poem,
I’m reflecting upon
this person’s pain, and
all of the memories
that are the impetus for such
agony and drain.

The memories
are like splinters
in my heart,
and run deep, just like
a fracture in the earth,
which, in times of
great consternation
split wide open,
spilling forth
the earth’s contents
from it’s very core.

And,
just like our beautiful
Mother’s fractures,
these splinters of the heart,
widen with time,
until momentum enough
is created,
and everything comes
spilling forth.

Yet,
this truth does not
live in isolation
from the sealing
and healing
of those splinters of heart,
and fractures of earth,
which gather together
over time.

Acknowledging
their existence,
and filling them,
one and all,
with love and compassion
is a remedy
that I truly adore.

#poetry, #contemplation, #fractures, #heal, #heart, #introspection, #life, #love, #pain, #poem, #poems, #sealingandhealing

Elfje #4

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purple
the sunset
deep and lovely
creating wonder inside me
heart

#poetry, #elfje, #heart, #life, #love, #nature, #poem, #poems, #purple, #sunset, #wonder

Stability

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What lives inside the expected,
Is a river of gold so long for the road,
People often mistake it for their own abode.

When we think we know, we wander into
The scene with a predisposition toward
Contriteness, and not so much politeness.

We get stuck inside our own heads, leaving
Our heart in another’s hands. Walking away from
Heart is sure to give you a start, and a prodding
So don’t be beguiled, nay, keep trotting.

Movement is key, even when we are not
In the scene. We set our course with intention
Of course, and then let loose the heart we’ve been
Waiting for, which is our Source.

Times at an end, my friend, unleash all that is inside
You. Be not afraid of the things lurking in the dark,
For they’re not going to persuade you from your mark.

Even if for a time they chance a succession of events
That causes your mind to spin, be sure to let go
And untether your grin.

And, be at peace with the unexpected. Around every
Twist and turn know there’s a chance for more
Connected pieces. We pick them up as we go, don’t wait
Just recalibrate, and walk into the scene with a fresh
Sense of humility.

For it’s inside of the unexpected, where we can
find tranquility and our own sense
of pliability and stability.

In response to the Saturday RDP Unexpected, by Punam.

#poetry, #heart, #humility, #life, #love, #poem, #poems, #rdp, #stability, #unexpected

Intuition

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Comes from within,
And feels like a magical
Enterprise, one, I do surmise,

Has been within me
For a very long time.

Though hidden
For a spell,
I do often tell

Of a time

Not so long ago,
Where my intuition
Reappeared, and with
It a zest

For the love of
This life.

Not another life,
Full of perceived strife.

It is a common misconception,
Created,
By our over-thinking,
And even conceiving of
A way out

Of what’s right
In front of us, and has
Been from the
start.

And?

In the end,
The thinking is the
Antithesis of what’s needed.

When we’re driven by
Compulsion, we are
Striving for something other

Than ourselves.

Yet, when we are
Guided by that impulsion
We feel on very long nights

Alone

By the fire, and our mind
Does wander, we let it
Because we no longer wonder

What life’s all about.

Nay, all is as it should be,
And, we know this, because
This knowing,

Burns deep in our heart,
So we follow that
Kindred spirit
We call

Our Intuition

#poetry, #heart, #intuition, #love, #poem, #poems

Pain

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Comes
In many forms, and
Begins
When you are born,

To this world
Of misery,
And jubilation, yes,

They do coexist,
And are stable

A match made in
Heaven, they say

Though it’s quite
Possible, some are
Astray, lost beyond the

Dunes of hope

Yet,
They too
Will find their way
Back to a joyous heart

Before they
Depart this plane

And watch the pain
Melt away

Know though,
You may stay
On this plane, and
Find a release

From your birthright
Of pain

And, yes,
It does
Take days to
Conceive of the

Proper place
To set down
Your burden

Yet,
Also know
There are places
Found for such excursions

Within

So, take the
Time needed, and
Dive deep toward
Your center

Where your pain is
Like a lost treasure,
Residing, and,
Maybe too, hiding,

Awaiting an
Uncovering

A freeing
Among the rest, so
Don’t be beset,
Go into your pain,
And let it rain

Until

The day
Comes to say
All is as it should be,

And wave goodbye
to it all

Letting go,
Of the pain
You’ve been carrying
With forestalled
Anticipation, and
Clever precipitation,

Be as it may,
Your pain, my dear, will
Eventually go away

#poetry, #heart, #joy, #life, #love, #pain, #poem, #poems

Loss

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Happens
To us all
Even when
We’d rather

Forestall

The pain, and
Grief
From coming

Close

At heart, we hold
Those dear,
And, when there’s

A suddenance
To the loss,
We fall backward
And out of

Cadence

With our normal
Rhythm
Of life, not because
We’re made of strife

Rather, because
We’re a part of this
Very life,
Which contains

Both,
Misery and joy,
And, yes, we do
Employ them both, and

It’s okay to feel them

As needed,
Even prescriptive
When hidden

And, now I’m

At your hospital bed,
Awaiting your return

Hoping and praying

That it’s not
Your turn, yet
Knowing it’s likely

As we can see
The signs
Written
Upon

The wall of your life,

Nay, our life,
Together

Because, yes, we
Were friends, and
Strangers in some ways

Until the very end

And in coping
I try to understand
Why it happened

So fast, and am
Reminded it’s
Not mine to pretend

To know
The answers
My friend

I called you
My dad,
And, did until
The end

With that last
Kiss upon you
Forehead,
I rendered the loss

Of my father, and
Dearest friend

#poetry, #dad, #emotions, #greif, #heart, #joy, #life, #loss, #love, #misery, #pain, #poem, #poems