Oh dear

I typed and typed and poof … something happened. Tut tut. I know it was something I did.
I hope to find time to visit soon. And to listen to my new CD too! Here I am going to put some stuff from the last couple of days. And try not to press the wrong button!

Textiles

Satin
sliding away
off of it
for a time it shimmered
slipping over skin
insubstantial
but such addictive luxury
unreal and offering illusions
light and shadow in its ripples
too easily causing falling
off its slick surface

Cotton
hanging on the line
fresh scent and it wraps around
in unwavering focus
no falling off its quiet true comfort
plain and simple
protecting my liberty
my fragile soul
lest someone silken should break me
my grown fabric
growing with my life

Imaginings

The weaver has gone
in her place a new artisan
picking up shards in which
beauty abides in each broken piece
laying them one by one
in the pattern of this life

A mosaic
an answer to a question
building beauty of what was
broken
in another time
now joining to make a new whole

Someone asked
what if this life
this time on this place called
Earth
is all we have
nothingness at its end

My reply is
what a miracle
all the complex magnificence
in each of us
the sparks that fly when eyes
meet the gaze of another

How glorious that we feel
fingers lightly tracing
soul responding now
in this light at this time
what enormity is in
the music of a blind three-year-old

There are terraces built
by those who came before
as intricate in thought and design
as we
a continuum of being here
for some reason more will come

My broken shards and hers
yours and his
lay them down together in cement
step back
there is beauty created in this world
every day this planet turns

This is never all there is
for if when my last breath is gone
there is nothing more of me
life here and in that present
will move on in the tapestries
the mosaics formed by those who follow

Pieces and fragments
I choose from them the pattern makers
place them in a design for living
even in waving off the weaver
a new truth is born
a new form of being

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It comes, rises up from somewhere beyond my consciousness, to be gasped out, borrowing a single breath to be whispered. The voice wraps around me as completely as our arms have wrapped around each other.

So much; with all that is in me, all that I am, which is more than I am capable of knowing but what I strive to be … with the me that is beyond what I know … I love you. It slips out through my lips the way I slip under the sheet and duvet beside you at night.

Don’t you see, there is no geography between our souls. And that truth, which turns my tummy into a puddle and sits my body down by dint of its sheer strength, is … was … and will be.

Can we break through, break the mold, free ourselves someday from the chains that wrapped around us before we knew who we were? (Loaded with layers, that question; any answers will come … all in good time.)

And there, bringing me back to where I am … a man’s sound. So … good night, my love.