Dear You,
What you did was BRAVE. To put your fate for a time in the hands and hearts of others who don't know you is incredibly BRAVE. And I hope someday you understand that it was. It was BRAVE. And if I held you too long, too tight, too fiercely before I left then please understand it is because I love you so very much and want the portfolio of memories we have as friends to be rich with color, crunch and texture. And for that you must be present in spirit, mind and body.
For we can't take to the sky, till we like it on the ground. Thank you KT Tunstall for the original metaphor.
How many times have I sought an exit for good and not taken that route. I have to wonder why I thought it and then also why did I not take it? Or do I need to bother wondering why and just be glad for the moment I am in.
Whatever is going on between us as "drops in God's ocean" is precious to me.
At age 14 as a freshman a most critical event occurred. I was introduced to stream of consciousness as a way of writing...and what I had been doing all my writing life was supremely impacted. A day does not go by that I do not write...some thing of prose, poetry, correspondance and commentary. I am what? druid? woman? mother? lover? a drop in the ocean? all of the above. All rights reserved. Copyright 2005 Deborah Drake.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Monday, October 09, 2006
The contract with myself
How shall I be with me?
Passionate
Compassionate
Authentic
Loving
Creative
Tender
Open
Conscious
Reverent
Respectful
Generous
Gentle
Accepting
How shall I be with you?
We, who are one and the same.
Passionate
Compassionate
Authentic
Loving
Creative
Tender
Open
Conscious
Reverent
Respectful
Generous
Gentle
Accepting
How shall I be with you?
We, who are one and the same.
Full Moon Haikus April 14, 2006
The experience
of fresh air and grey light, soft
the gloaming begins
I pour the contents
of my mind over brown-red soil
tomorrow's mushrooms
I walk the forest
feet kissing earth many times
not wanting to leave
Bird twitters softly
just go home now lady love
your work this day done
Robin what say you?
How is it you are still here?
Your nest grows cold
One last worm is pulled
from beneath green grass
bird hops-laughs- flees
The full moon blooming
will tease and brightly spotlight
that I miss that kiss
Will I sleep at all?
Can I tire myself in time?
Will I sing till dawn?
of fresh air and grey light, soft
the gloaming begins
I pour the contents
of my mind over brown-red soil
tomorrow's mushrooms
I walk the forest
feet kissing earth many times
not wanting to leave
Bird twitters softly
just go home now lady love
your work this day done
Robin what say you?
How is it you are still here?
Your nest grows cold
One last worm is pulled
from beneath green grass
bird hops-laughs- flees
The full moon blooming
will tease and brightly spotlight
that I miss that kiss
Will I sleep at all?
Can I tire myself in time?
Will I sing till dawn?
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