Creating Wonder Together
Love is a collaborative work of art. Both get to decide what it should look like.
Year: 2018
Intimacy
People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth.
When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them,
when you can stand in front of them and their response is “you’re safe with me,” that’s intimacy.
Love
Love is the relinquishment of logic
The willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns
We either yield to it or we fight it
But we cannot meet it halfway
Tree of Life
This road is hard, the path is long
It takes a person to live it strong
No compromise, nothing left to kill
Only guts, and a heart that will most certainly spill
It’s a quest that goes deep, a quest that calls you by name
Your soul speaks now, to stop playing your game
So speak the truth, let it cut like a knife. And carve your name in the tree of life.
Only Love is Enough
I miss you is not enough
Only love can be enough
In love lives commitment
In commitment lives truth
In truth lives passion
In passion lives intimacy
In intimacy lives trust
In trust lives joy
And in joy lives love
The Earth’s Heartbeat
Happiness streams through the air
Crisp air fills my lungs
Joy cools my insides
The planet’s heartbeat heard deep in our bones
I see who I am here on this earth
I own my place, I stand tall
Proud of what the seed has grown
This creature, this man, this trice of grace
Never again shall I doubt I was planted
Like all others, for a purpose
Unique under the same sun
I will blossom in full
And explode outward with love
Who We Really Are
When we go into the depths of our heart and face the wonderful and painful truths that lie there, it’s then, and there, that we find our destiny, who we really are.
Secrets
I think this may be unrealistic, but I’ve wonder if partners can have a relationship, where there are no secrets? I don’t just mean just plain vanilla secrets. I mean two people that lay themselves bare to each other.
They share rogue attractions, hidden hopes, dark desires, shabby needs, selfish wants, even that which disturbs us of the other. They admit insecurities, uncomfortable inklings, even allow themselves to be confronted on blind spots. More importantly, they admit to themselves each other, those deepest wounds they carry inside.
These “secrets” then become the garden of their partnership, where they grow endless fruit of acceptance and love and become better humans from one another. They tend the garden together. Raking pebbles so they’re seen and understood. Adjusting rocks and decorating them with vines so as to highlight their strengths versus their barriers. Tending around boulders; working with them and accepting them as permanent in the garden.
This garden is a place where each person dares to be vulnerable, not threatened by the other person’s “dark” interiors. What could be harder to do together then to expose the other to your shadowy interiors, difficult even to admit to ourselves? It’s a radical honesty. But one that could lead to becoming better for the other and growing in deep joy and self-acceptance.
I think we may need to learn how to do this with ourselves. Face our ourselves and we can face others.
The Me I Didn’t Want to Be
I tried hard, I tried hard, I tried so hard not to be me
I thought if I could be what I thought I should be
Then I could be anything other than me
I ran from those who say they loved me
Their love would only show the me I didn’t want to be
They say they love the me that I didn’t want them to see
In the mirror, I would see only who I wanted to see
Then one day that other person was looking back at me
That other person who I did not want to be
His sadness and lonliness and oddity was too much for me not to see
He needed me to accept me, so he could be all he was meant to be
Now he is me and we are one, and together we can be all we have been destined to be
Two Sides of Myself
My spirit, my soul, two places inside.
One yearns for light, while the other one hides.
My spirit I’ve known most of my life, but ran from my soul, and hid from its strife.
Spirit so light, inspired and true, it brings happiness of what’s understood
But leaves out ones dark other half soo unknown, to go there inside may take all that we own
A path so destined yet a path lesser known, as we’ve seen now with Gollam, it cuts to our bone. It holds the true marrow of our enticing desires, it pumps the blood of our mysterious fires.
The rise of the sun, the dark winters moon, the whispers, the urges, they come all too soon. Can’t deny or ignore what shade can’t obscure, the voice that gives life when our dark night implores.
We want spirit for rest so light on its feet, but the soul ignites darkness that makes us complete. Yet we avoid our own longings, we run from ourselves and bury our treasure that holds our true wealth.
Awakened we fall, lay prone in our shell, exhausted with doubt, too empty to tell.
We think we’ve been taken like a fools widowed bride, and suddenly we see what we’ve been trying to hide.
That’s when we’re most human, our soul shows its face, like the shine of her curl that hides her frail face. This place I didn’t chose, its pain did not lie, when I’d thought I’d get goodness, I was left without pride.
Then hate and anger dispelled the myth of my spirit I’d made up inside.
Yet in that black moment, out spilled white pearls of wealthly suprise.
And though i found joy in my spirit so light,
I found what I’d lost in the dark soul of night.
dd 2008