Touch me deep...

Nirvanadragones said:
You to lie with your head in my lap so I can read you something I found for you. And stroke your hair. Kiss you cheek. Make love to you all night long. Sleep entangled with you . . . Wake up next to you. Spend forever with you.
Have I mentioned how in love with you I am? :heart:
 
Nirvanadragones said:
Here's a hug :heart: I'm sure it will all be better for you soon, Sweet. Hang in there, 'k? :rose:

*hugs back*

I'm a tryin. I hate the way I'm feeling cause its not like this is anything major, on the scale of things, its just one more little pressure on a pile of them.

And... now its too late for me to sleep. LOL
 
Nirvanadragones said:
There's something about you... that makes me want to share beauty with you.
The 'something' is that you're beautiful inside out. I wonder how this person missed it. 'Something' indeed!

:heart:
 
Fourth pebble

The Dance: Oriah Mountain Dreamer

I have sent you my invitation,
the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living.
Don’t jump up and shout, “Yes, this is what I want! Let’s do it!”
Just stand up quietly and dance with me.

Show me how you follow your deepest desires,
spiraling down into the ache within the ache,
and I will show you how I reach inward and open outward
to feel the kiss of the Mystery, sweet lips on my own, every day.

Don’t tell me you want to hold the whole world in your heart.
Show me how you turn away from making another wrong without
abandoning yourself when you are hurt and afraid of being unloved.

Tell me a story of who you are,
and see who I am in the stories I live.
And together we will remember that each of us always has a choice.

Don’t tell me how wonderful things will be . . . some day.
Show me you can risk being completely at peace,
truly okay with the way things are right now in this moment,
and again in the next and the next and the next. . .

I have heard enough warrior stories of heroic daring.
Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall,
the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will.
What carries you to the other side of that wall, to the fragile beauty
of your own humanness?

And after we have shown each other how we have set and kept the clear,
healthy boundaries that help us live side by side with each other,
let us risk remembering that we never stop silently loving
those we once loved out loud.

Take me to the places on the earth that teach you how to dance,
the places where you can risk letting the world break your heart.
And I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet
and the stars overhead make my heart whole again and again.

Show me how you take care of business
without letting business determine who you are.
When the children are fed but still the voices within
and around us shout that soul’s desires have too high a price,
let us remind each other that it is never about the money.

Show me how you offer to your people and the world
the stories and the songs
you want our children’s children to remember.
And I will show you how I struggle not to change the world,
but to love it.

Sit beside me in long moments of shared solitude,
knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging.
Dance with me in the silence and in the sound of small daily words,
holding neither against me at the end of the day.

And when the sound of all the declarations of our sincerest
intentions has died away on the wind,
dance with me in the infinite pause before the next great inhale
of the breath that is breathing us all into being,
not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within.

Don’t say, “Yes!”
Just take my hand and dance with me.

:rose:
 
There are moments
when making love
when a door
to something else
opens.
I am never prepared.
There is no preparation
for the way it takes me
and leaves me.

Sometimes it is brought
by a movement of tenderness:
soft lips that brush my forehead
and murmur my name
as the fire burns through
me making
my hips rise
and my blood moan.

Sometimes it is brought
by a moment of great courage:
eyes that dare to meet
and hold mine as the flood
of silky amber honey
takes us both over the edge.

And sometimes
it is brought
by the sting of what is not
and the memory of
tenderness and courage
that has been.

And when that moment
catches me
and tosses me
I am helpless.
The words spill
unbidden
into the night:
"I want ... I want ... I want..."

Unfinished
they leave me
dangling
suspended over the chasm
of my own bottomless
desire.
Reaching
aching
grasping
for that fleeting something
I glimpsed
or imagined
just beyond.

Gone before
I could name it.

The breath catches
a strangled sob
tears me
opens me
and I fall back
eyes wide and
dazed
on damp pillows
my face
wet with tears.

And his eyes
stare
bewildered
frightened by the fierceness
of my longing.

Fierce Longing: Oriah Mountain Dreamer © 1995
 
Waves of my Emotion

If what I feel is wrong,
I apologize to myself in advance
for breaking my own heart.

But I will not apologize
for the collision
that took place between
dreams and reality.

An accidental encounter
which started over
a seemingly simple melody

An illusion of my own making
Made solid by a dance
Which leaves my soul burning
As I watch the motion of
Each circle extending from
The footprints we left
In the pool of life
Which
Divides us

A love
unconditional
I offer and that
will not change
Though my
Longing
has

I
Can’t
Stand to
Lose the soul
I encountered in
The silent rift of
Of distance and
Space.

I need you
Though
I try to deny it
Your love is not mine
And I’ve no right to ask it
But I do from the bottom of
A heart which begs me not to
And though I know
Your answer I’ll ask it again

But know that my love will
Stay the same
And I will not leave you

I will swallow the
Ache I feel and cherish
The moment
Which was granted to me

And I will again smile secretly.
Forever will I dance with happiness.
Though my hands are empty,

I will feel.
 
A Perfect Circle

threw you the obvious and you flew
with it on your back, a name in your recollection,
thrown down among a million same.
difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed
and passed over
when i've looked right through
to see you naked and oblivious
and
you don't see me.
but i threw you the obvious
just to see if there's more behind the eyes
of a fallen angel,
the eyes of a tragedy.
here i am expecting just a little bit
too much from the wounded.
but i see through it
all
and see you.
so i threw you the obvious
to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel,
eyes of a tragedy.
oh well. apparently nothing.
you don't see me.
you don't see me at all.
 
The Call: Oriah Mountain Dreamer

I have heard it all my life,
A voice calling a name I recognized as my own.

Sometimes it comes as a soft-bellied whisper.
Sometimes it holds an edge of urgency.

But always it says: Wake up my love. You are walking asleep.
There's no safety in that!

Remember what you are and let this knowing
take you home to the Beloved with every breath.

Hold tenderly who you are and let a deeper knowing
colour the shape of your humanness.

There is no where to go. What you are looking for is right here.
Open the fist clenched in wanting and see what you already hold in your hand.

There is no waiting for something to happen,
no point in the future to get to.
All you have ever longed for is here in this moment, right now.

You are wearing yourself out with all this searching.
Come home and rest.

How much longer can you live like this?
Your hungry spirit is gaunt, your heart stumbles. All this trying.
Give it up!

Let yourself be one of the God-mad,
faithful only to the Beauty you are.

Let the Lover pull you to your feet and hold you close,
dancing even when fear urges you to sit this one out.

Remember- there is one word you are here to say with your whole being.
When it finds you, give your life to it. Don't be tight-lipped and stingy.

Spend yourself completely on the saying.
Be one word in this great love poem we are writing together.
 
The 3yo's smile.

Its amazing how a young child can smile, and suddenly everything seems ok again. And laughter- moy god, laughter. It's the most beautiful sound my ears have ever heard. You know...that laughter that is completely 'aww worthy'. I love how children can laugh with complete abandon- with absolutely no worry in the world.

It makes me smile, and its nice to be able to smile like that. Peacefully.
 
you're beginning to float free
up through the smoke of bushfires
and incinerators
the unleafed branches won't hold you
nor the radar aerials

You're what the autumn knew would happen
after the last collapse
of primary colour
once the last absolutes were torn to pieces
you could begin

How you broke open, what sheathed you
until this moment
I know nothing about it
my ignorance of you amazes me
now that I watch you
starting to give yourself
away to the wind

~ Adrienne Rich
 
having a really really rotten day and looking at the ring my fiance gave me which reminds me that he loves me and will support me, then, when he came home, having him demonstrate that love and support by just holding me when I needed it.
This is a lovely thread.
 
Let no one who loves be called altogether unhappy; Even love unreturned has its rainbow - Eaton Stannard
 
Love means to learn to look at yourself
The way one looks at distant things
For you are only one thing among many.
And whoever sees that way heals his heart,
Without knowing it, from various ills -
A bird and a tree say to him: Friend.
Then he wants to use himself and things
So that they stand in the glow of ripeness.
It doesn't matter whether he knows what he serves:
Who serves best doesn't always understand.


~ Czeslaw Milosz
 
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