darkness is filled with unseen light
reflecting from our faces
beaming from our souls
circling through our hearts
we gaze only at the outer dark
and wonder where the light has gone
love is a soft illumination
that grows into a streaming sun
that sprinkles the skies
with stars and spinning wheels of light
where even dust is beautiful
we are glorious holograms
manifesting into images
and sounds and thoughts that
dream us up as we go along
we are ever morphing
into something new
shape-shifting all the while
appearing and disappearing
feeling as if we have been here before
drifting in a clear and cloudless sky
knowing we are nowhere
yet when
love surrounds us
drawing us close and we
feel the soft breath of intimacy
and the rhythmic caress
of an unseen heart
we are home
we feel our way home through
songs and dreams
creating a trail of leftover crumbs
of tears and the sound
of laughter
and discover the dark
hides nothing
but the wonder of life
looking through
our eyes
March 13, 2009 at 8:42 am |
Dearest Naomi,
I read this well over an hour ago now and I have sat here without moving before this keypad simply unable to give expression to what I am feeling.
Indeed this is invariably my experience on reading your poetry. I think it is simply the utterly obscene amount of beauty that is both simultaneously contained and reflected through each unpredictable moment of their unfolding, that renders me silent and somewhat paralyzed before this screen unable to convey anything of value whatsoever. I have indeed so very, very often wanted to extend back to you the depth of my appreciation and gratitude herein, but my every attempt to do so, simply falls like ashes at my feet – sorry.
I had intended to read more than just one of your more recent entries tonight, as I have indeed been absent for a while, but in the light of this rather drawn out experience and seeing that it is now well passed 2am, I feel it might be wise to leave it at this for now – until the next time that is.
With Love to you beyond all words and measure as always,
Cailean
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Hoping that this finds you well and dwelling in the Heart as is usual Loveliness
March 13, 2009 at 4:18 pm |
My dear Cailean,
It seems you took some time away from the computer when our friend moved away from the public airwaves to renew. I was delighted to see your name and comment. I stopped sending you copies of my poetic stream, because I wasn’t sure if you were online much, and I didn’t want you to feel compelled to respond. You would know by my verses how I thrive on a holy silence. One dimension that describes the Beloved to me is PRESENCE. Your comment lets me know you give me both….and it
means so much to me that you let me know you were here sharing in the Light through which we all are embraced. We reverently give our silent presence to the Allness of Love, which includes the vast beauty of Creation, and the fullness of our own hearts.
O Cailean, the souls who feel what is too deep for words are the intimate circle the mystics write about, who meet in the winehouse, who celebrate in ways beyond description!
We paint, we sing, we dance, we play, we write, we pray, and we love, contemplating the wonder, and we fall silent….and the flames consume us and leave the fragrance, the essence of our being…..and yes, the ashes….the ruins of what we once called “I” or “me” How could it be otherwise with our God?
We witness to each other of what we see and feel in whatever ways are given to us to do that! Thank you for your heartfelt words.
Love Always,
Naomi