Wading Waters

My paintbrush is soaking with your scent

You tore the chains of my weathered door of love

My violin plays only one tune

Yearning of the heart

I tossed all my weeds but

Your tiny flowers also got caught
Withering wasted under the sun,

The fresh mountain breeze sown those seeds again

Brewed stronger all that has gone

You were the first I wished uncaptured

Forbade my snake eyes to seduce

Ordered my tails to swirl afar

I rather know you endless

Letting be what dreams may come

Purely

Imperfections shadow real beauty

Pretentious pride protects the mind

Jealous judgements choke all knowledge

Will I defy, will I defy

The pure stands tall naked

Sweet and innocent like a child

Refuses cautious control

What will I find, what will I find

The brave lowers gorging guard
Speaks with sensitive silence

Trust that everything will be

Perfectly fine, perfectly fine

Letter to Grandma

If I could spend one more day with you

I would fall in your arms, kissing your cheeks like I used to

I would ask you how is heaven, do you still see grandpa?

Would ask you to sing me songs of the golden river,

touch my lips with glorious fruit

share your wisdom, hopes and wonder

and tell me that in time we’ll meet again.

I remember your smile, how you looked at me with awe.

Times when you scrubbed me shiny in the bath.

Always teaching me, your ever forgiving unconditional love.

I’ll wait till you visit again during the night in my sleep

I know you are always watching...

at times I can feel your heart being proud.

I am sending you my hugs and kisses

And Hallelujah to God

Workshop me

Sarah  http://sarahjmartin.blogspot.com/ and I set a task to each write a poem with the intriguing title of Workshop me. Well here it is...

Level me with your genuine reaction

Chisel my edges with open honest love

Glue my shattered heart together

Paint my sorrows bright as a spark

Chainsaw my luxurious lousy laze

Drill my mind to find more doors

Hammer me out of curbing comfort

Shovel the bricks of my broken walls

Polish my hopes to new existence

Nail my discipline close to earth

Axe my insecurities to dainty pieces

Clamp my dreams to giving birth

You can workshop me anyway to help

But never put me on the shelf

Function

Holding the lantern

Adventuring the symphonic jungle of life

Glance under every rock

Observe each sound

Smell the purple breeze

Touch colors of a rainbow

Sense hidden delicate beauty

Taste all I can find

Stumble through challenges

Glide across lucid haze

Frazzle fluffy fear
Expand a brilliant brain

Holding the lantern that shines through my heart

Embrace each experience

Breathe and enjoy life

Cipher

Beneath the surface

I always knew

Probably it is true

Openly I now embrace

Love and pain in perfect grace

Adventuring on mystic lands

Rejoice, I'm in divine hands

The intruder

The shadow of shifty doubt

sneaks in through the cracks,

Tirelessly suffocating dreams,

nailing them tight to comfort,

till desires devastated into thin air
like vigor that fades away

from poison saturated ground.

My friend, I can gauge your presence

I welcome you with laughter,

 hear your voice faint away

will catch you lurking every time

then watch you disappear.

The crossing

A present alluring in layers of silk
My being bounces with joy
can hardly bide to see
What kind of treasure waiting for me
How did it manifest my way?

As I swift the layers away
I begin to realize
the silhouette of my purest desire
the one I questioned, if it was to perish in waste
Who is the sender of such precious grace?

I freeze, my faint heart cringes,
I wonder should I leave it stow
Preserve it in my memory as splendid
without causing any harm
How am I defied with such a perfect charm?

But deep down I know
I must be true to myself and continue to grow
I boldly obey the quest
and go with the flow
Who tries to bless me this way?

Suddenly I look around
Know, I’m at the gate
where reality mystifies
guiding me to have faith
that it is all perfect right now
I can also clearly see that
Heaven organized the gift and the sender was me!

A door of many

It is hard to see a blessing buried in the midst of pain

It is difficult to harvest gifts of a storm

But

by welcoming all that seems unfair,

letting go of judgement,
by accepting the surroundings

You may just be handed the key

that opens any door blocking your way.



A moment of eternity

If I just observe my surroundings, I see such a divine creation where every moment is a meaningful, perfectly and individually created guidance toward my deepest, most beautiful desire to live life.

When I stop thinking and actually feel how I feel, instead of thinking how I feel, I begin to notice and more and more appreciate every moment I experience to the fullest.

Complex simplicity of Love

I want to play in the sandpit till we collapse from laughter
I want to sit with you in intimate calm silence for days
I want us to fight with passion followed by understanding and forgiveness
I want our erotic sensual connection to fly us into euphoric, dazed wonderland
I want to immerse in exchanging thoughts, further discovering the world
I want us to stand guarding each other in the middle of the square while rocks are being thrown
I want to embrace all that you are, know and feel that you do the same
I want to evolve and grow together toward our dreams, share and experience all that is called life unconditionally
In years to come I want to feel the same excitement when we met the first time
Every day I want to be thankful and treasure what we have and possibly
make it last forever.