You are in everything still.
I don’t think there is actually a way to root out
what was once allowed to grow so deeply.
Tag Archives for heart
dreams
dreams of corded fires, flying & the secret trump of teleportation, alighting the perfect perch under the eaves and tree branches, then waking to sunshine in the pre-dawn darkness, rising into the “plans” all quietly stolen away around the corners turning, dear and too short heart to hearts, circles oscillating slowly, watch the patterns eddy, see the lines curve away and in, wrapped all around in liquid music, sleep, sigh, relax now, sleep, perchance to dream again of how
leaving
Here again, no voice,
nor even storyline laid
to be able to share
exactly how the world just turned
and opened it’s arms wide
as I stood next to my heart
with the deep-painted panoramas
of my feeling
wrapping the horizon.
Enchanted by thoughts
of the gestures and movement
before me,
as softly,
it struck me,
that I am not the first & only
to be in this moment,
to sing this song with my being,
nor will mine
be the last lingering refrain
of adoration at the end.
Maybe (may it be),
this dawning death of my
myopic, romantic vision
of my physical world,
leaving
leaving
leaving
these limiting stories
and oft-mapped shores
behind
for
further
unfathomable
blossoming.
quickening heartbeats
often can be heard
the quickening heartbeats
tempoing
fevered flights of fancy.
strong and loud,
and less-lived,
than the deep refrain
of oak-ages,
these momentary
operatic raiments
that cloak
the ancient and forever
spiral of
up and out
and
down and in.
here, here,
now, now,
my heart.
babies
Sometimes, when I am completely fed up with people and really want not to be, I remind myself that everyone was once a baby. That overly-opinionated and extremely rude customer – baby, the shockingly overweight person snarfing fast food racking up healthcare bills practically visibly – baby, the wretched-looking street person talking to the air and twitching nervously – baby. They didn’t start out that way. They too were once a tiny-pound bundle of nothing but innocence and joy. Sometimes that helps.
And sometimes there is nothing I can do the stem the tide of my heart breaking in anguish to see how much suffering everyone weighs themselves down with. There is so much. It is so overwhelming sometimes and I want to be able to fix it and I don’t know how.
the need to be held (2012)
How often have I felt the need to be held?
How often do you recognize in someone else that they also have the need to be held, and the need to be recognized as a person, a living person who feels the need to be held?
Maybe try thinking about that next time you’re on the bus, or in the supermarket, or walking past someone that it would be so easy to think negatively of. Maybe just try.
Some days it is so hard to not let my heart be broken by the degradation of humanity that exists in almost every corner of this city. Some days I fail utterly. And some days I can remember that everyone I come across feels the need to be held, that everyone I come across, most simply, just wants to be recognized as a person.
from the heart (2006)
so many thoughts
so many feelings
right now
everything’s hanging on an edge
beyond reach or control
I can’t command another’s heart
but would I even if I could>?>
I can only do what I am doing
and be who I am
how can that ever be enough?!?
and yet how could it not?
(I miss you!)
somewhere in between the flair of the wrist
the connect between foot and ground
the spin
hearts beating
joy comes unbidden
flowing
out and down
and around
song through movement
liquid on the air
(how can you not dance when its just so. much. FUN!!!)
and so easy
so much easier than you think
deeper
with a deepness that defies touch
to open
from the heart
Heart Songs 