Tag Archives: Love

Jeff Flesch 6:00 pm on April 12, 2021
Tags: , , emotion, introspectionm, , , Love, , , , ,   

Depend

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I hear that voice echoing
from the past,
every second, fast, oh,
how long will this last?

When a moment feels like an eternity,
we hold tight,
and try to let go of the fright we feel,
yet at times,
we hold too close to heart,
and it can feel as if we’re falling apart.

Seams coming undone,
once tethered together,
now bursting with imagination and dread
in this very cold weather.

Inside the drama’s milieux,
perspective is hard to find,
as we run after feelings that are a part of another
place and time.

Remember, then,
as thought precedes feeling, and
you know that you are truly dreaming,
watch, listen, and
observe the scene,
instead of entering into it with every
piece of your being.

Perspective can be regained as
we learn more
about ourselves inside the dance, and
begin to master
the waves of our second chance.

One, two, three,
just like that, is how they
are feeling. Come and gone in an instant,
when we slow down and
let go of our resistance.

Be with all that comes your way,
many a wise one
will say. Nay,
love all that comes your way,
because it is part and parcel of the entire play.
Choose wisely then,
my friend, for on your life it doth
depend.

#poetry, #contemplation, #emotion, #introspectionm, #letting-go, #life, #love, #perspective, #poem, #poems, #resistance, #thinkingandfeeling

Jeff Flesch 6:00 pm on April 10, 2021
Tags: , , , , , , Love, , , , , tragedy   

Devotion

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They befall us all,
for it’s a part of being a walking
and breathing kaleidoscope,
on a planet so full of hope.

When they come,
it’s very normal to withdraw,
and look for reasons for this flaw.

Asking questions to the sky above,
yet, that might not be where
the answers are located, my love.

Tragedies are a part of the calamity of
this thing we call life.
They are part and parcel of the
seen and unseen,
and everything in between; conjoined
forever in an illusory dance with,

Blessings

my friend are all around you,
so when you have a moment,
take a minute, and stop. Stop
moving, and just be
with all that surrounds you, and
is within you.
And, in that silence,
listen, feel, and always
keep it real.

Reality holds a lot of promise,
when we move out of the way,
and let go of our preconceived notions.
When we stay in motion,
and let our hearts open,
allowing the silence within to
determine our devotion.

#poetry, #contemplation, #insight, #introspection, #intuition, #life, #love, #poem, #poems, #quiet, #slience, #tragedy

Jeff Flesch 6:00 am on April 10, 2021
Tags: , , consciousness, , dance, expression, , , Love, meaning, , , , , self, words   

The Dance Dances A Life of Its Own

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This poem is a collaboration with DiosRaw, which is a wonderfully insightful website, and inspirational blog. I had a great time writing this poem with Amber. We hope you enjoy it!

Disguised within
the might of words lies silence
that speaks
inwardly, with
a spark reserved for the rendering
of our collective hearts.

Beneath
the surface,
the
words we ink, spill our surrender into authentic seeing
between
the spaces in momentum being, created inside that expanse at your center.

Be clear, my dear,
the way of opening is already
here,
just take a look at those concepts
you hold close,
transcending
into non-dual consciousness,
meaningful
and meaningless abstractions superimpose.

One on top of the other,
in a dance of mutuality and
complete singularity, so
breathe in deep, be silent,
and let those words go.

Do not mock a pain you have not endured,
you walk in shoes of yours
to express into words
the meaning of experience you chose,
once adopted these concepts we call words,
live a life of their own, dancing from within to the
page in a steady stream of consciousness
via the law of attraction, instead of simple reaction.

Reflected in the multifaceted mirror,
scattered fractals of the all,
squeezing the essence of awareness into our scripts,
fear not your own beauty in your creations,
for the dancer creates the dance to be danced.


#poetry, #concepts, #consciousness, #creation, #dance, #expression, #lawofattraction, #life, #love, #meaning, #mirror, #nature, #poem, #poems, #self, #words

Jeff Flesch 6:00 pm on April 9, 2021
Tags: , , Hexastich, instrospection, , Love, , , , , ,   

Mind

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thinking,
the mind ponders
and creates at will, so
watch, listen, and sit in
the silence in-
between.

The name of this style of poem is called the Hexastich. It took me some time to get to writing one of these. It was fun.

#poetry, #contemplation, #hexastich, #instrospection, #life, #love, #meditation, #mind, #poem, #poems, #silence, #within

Jeff Flesch 6:00 pm on April 8, 2021
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Haiku #16

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wind blows with gale force,
waves crash into the sand, I
submit in awe, love.

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#poetry, #haiku, #love, #nature, #ocean, #poem, #sea, #waves, #wind

Jeff Flesch 6:00 pm on April 7, 2021
Tags: , , , , , Love, , mystery, , , , , , wdys#76   

Tanka #10

sit, watch, and wait, while
the Universe explains the
scene unfolding, and
the mystery within, as
one moment becomes the next.

In response to the WDYS #76 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.

#poetry, #contemplation, #cosmos, #introspection, #life, #love, #meditation, #mystery, #nature, #poem, #poems, #tanka, #universe, #wdys76

Jeff Flesch 6:00 pm on April 5, 2021
Tags: , firstfriendship, firstlove, , , Love, , , , Repost, spillwords   

Friends (Repost)

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I am reposting this poem, as it was just accepted into Spillwords!

I saw you
That first time
From across
The playground,

Though there were
So many people around,

You
Sure did stand out

They called me shy
Back then,
So as our eyes met,
I turned on my heel

In fret

Of the unknown, which
You conjured
In, my, then
Burgeoning

Imagination

And, the anticipation
Of our first real
Meeting, which
Filled me

With so many
Strange
And never
Felt before feelings

Of mystery

Inside my own
Young history

And, when you did
Approach?

I started for the door,
And you captured
My hand, and
Said, don’t

Be afraid, your
Safe with me
In the shade, of

Our first encounter
And, oh, what a joy
I did feel,
As my heart sped,

And then so did
My head

With thoughts of fancy,
And love
At first sight,
You were such a delight-

-ful being, grace and
Composure, a rock on
My shoulder, countenance
And magic

All rolled into one

For I did shelter in your
Embrace,
For many a year,
Through storms and triumphs,

All given with such grace
And composure
Even through
The most

Difficult

Exposure
To pain,

You were always
At my side, rain or
Shine,

I never did fear
You would slide away
Or hide come what may

Why?

Because you were
The first,
For all the rest
Were measured against,

My true love,
And first real friend

#poetry, #firstfriendship, #firstlove, #friends, #life, #love, #poem, #poems, #relationships, #repost, #spillwords

Jeff Flesch 6:00 pm on April 4, 2021
Tags: , , , , , , Love, , , sensibility, , stillness, tranquility, witness   

Witness

Photo by 🇻🇪 Jose G. Ortega Castro 🇲🇽 on Unsplash

Journey with me, if you will, a trip
down an unknown street, and into an
unknown land filled with mystery and confusion,
it is a gift of life’s perfusion.

In one hand we can hold, if we are so bold,
this conundrum. A hidden balance, scales
moving back and forth in a dance that requires
special attention to see it’s worn out portension.

It’s like that often, and yet, most can only
hold the one view, a blow to soften.

The myriad of challenges and disappointments
that are part of the movement, seen and unseen,
just like in a dream. How do we then find our preen?

Practice makes the dance more noticeable
to the senses, yes, and also to the part of ourselves
that creates balance between
sensibility and our inner tranquility.

There is much that can be learned from within,
if we learn to quiet our mind, and sit in stillness,
thus becoming a silent witness.

#poetry, #balance, #connection, #contemplation, #introspection, #life, #love, #poem, #poems, #sensibility, #silence, #stillness, #tranquility, #witness

Jeff Flesch 6:00 pm on April 2, 2021
Tags: , , , heed, , , Love, , , , stormyweather   

Heed

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At times I am filled with such deep
Emotion, it’s like my body has stopped
Working and the commotion running through
Me isn’t being sifted, instead I’m being through the
Heavens lifted.

An entirely different plane fills me, and I wonder
What it all means. Just for a second though,
as the tide turns, and the emotion that’s run through me
Is turning the corner, looking for more stormy weather
Out at sea.

The clouds open up, the lightning flashes, and
The thunder rumbles, and the depths pull at me
With such vigor, I become perplexed, and do not
Dither.

Instead I move with the dance, allowing it to cast
Me as is willed. Knowing that the play’s still playing,
And the last act’s not retiring, nay, still moving onto
Another scene, and I start praying.

Softly, silently, asking for guidance, knowing that
It’s always been there, and will forevermore be clear.
Even on stormy days, when the weather continues
On it’s own way, and we continue to play, and, to not
Be led astray.

Be all that you may, my dear, and let life fill you
As needed. It’s all we can do at times, just be, and let
Your soul heed it.

#poetry, #contemplation, #emotions, #heed, #introspection, #life, #love, #nature, #poems, #reflection, #stormyweather

Jeff Flesch 6:00 pm on April 1, 2021
Tags: , , , , Love, , , rdp, stability, unexpected   

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