In seeking, the sought evades us;
In avoiding, the feared finds us;
In hoarding, the kept escapes us;
In thinking, the truth eludes us.
In releasing, we are carried;
In detaching, we are conjoined;
In flowing, we are steadied;
In accepting, we are given.
And so is the enigmatic Way –
Opposites residing as one.
© 2008
Inspired by the Tao Te Ching
Busy lives and filled calendars
an overflowing schedule book
office meetings, family visits
no speed limit on that road you took.
Children raised by day care nannies
produced by parents on the run
scared to miss out on a promotion
you’d rather die than be outdone.
Power lunch down to the minute
got to catch the faster train
hustle through another day
no time to think if it’s lived in vain.
If you would stop just for a moment
you’d see the sky’s never been this blue
nature breathes, God shines upon you
there are still marvels, but you have no clue.
Time commitments numb your spirit
there’s never room for an empty thought
those suffocating obligations
wash away the lost battle you fought.
On few days longing overpowers
and lust becomes the center stage
mindless sex instead of loving
you forced yourself into that cage.
Amongst your breed you feel secure
but grasping hands are affectionless
when dusk prevails your heart still yearns
and you can’t deny your loneliness.
Rebecca Lerwill
author of Relocating Mia, a national recognized romantic suspense
www.rebeccalerwill.com
I Am
I do not preconceive;
I do not pass judgment;
I offer All yet naught-
Destiny rests in you
To partake as you will.
For I am illusion
Created solely for
Your self-discovery
By potential’s need for
Actualization.
Upon its fulfillment,
I shall dissolve unto
The nothingness from which
I divinely emerged.
© 2008
Is it the spring air teasing my nose?
Could it be tulips growing in rows
of reds and yellows pleasing the eye
or mother nature awaking in spry?
Would a fragile maple tree’s bud
carry such incense for my eyes to shut
or does the delicate leaf of a pansy
distribute aroma like a feathery tansy.
A breeze – so weightless and tender
to it’s stubble flavor I just surrender
inhaling deeply this sweet bouquet
to which’s seduction I’ve fallen prey.
Blinded by these zephyr charms
I let you take me into your arms
and as you conquer me with temptation
I smell the pure scent of my adoration.
Beyond understanding, in
Theatres of hardihood and hope,
Where ideating YOU in warm
Glowing candles, reclining nude
Along threadbare silhouettes,
Became a raging obsession,
Eye, the willing potter, with
Yearning hands, determined
To enshrine what makes
YOU
YOU,
ME,
A warrior with his sword,
Hoping to transcend the fetters
Of reason and fear to espouse verdant
Fields of cumbered fragrances where
Colors coalesce and desire molds
Faces having smooth features
Honeyed by LUSH arias
And contentment …
Spinning furiously
A POTTERS WHEEL,
Hands struggling to form
The shapes EYE visualized,
Over and again wedging wet
Clay to remove unwanted air,
Cutting apart and re-forming in
A different orientation, your
Intoxicating ESSENCE
Within me, in
Countless ambitions,
DEVOURING tender
Berries and fragrant moist
Lips blossoming in twilight’s
Dark caves …
(Cast down too hard
The clay distorted, I know
That now)
All in a vain effort to
Make more malleable the
Magnificence I coveted…
Blanketed
In pure white sand,
I awoke UNDONE with
Only air on my hands and
Your perfume on my tongue …
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Copyright 2008
How does one let bygones be bygones?
How is it possible to let go of personal hurt and pride,
And put behind them the pain of personal hurt?
How does one release how important they think they are? I don’t see this as such an issue
With casual friendships or superficial acquaintances
But when love has bound the spirits of the two
As in friendship, family or lovers, the connections and pain run deeper. But…
I think, perhaps, that
Truly the very love that made the emotional pain so deep
Is the same love that gives one the ability to just let go
Leaving all the personal baggage behind.. …
To love, just love, letting bygones truly become bygones
Like
Driftwood
He floats through
The sea of his
Life, searching for his lost identity.
Thoughts –
Dispersed –
Scattered like
Shells washed up on
A beach, then quickly pulled out with the tide.
Stones
Smoothed by
Ocean’s ebb –
Hidden beneath
Sand – much like hope – waiting to resurface.