Poetry

An old bracelet

Years ago I bought a bracelet.
It fit well, and held my wrist Comfortably
Through warm and cold
Wetness and dryness and more…

It was Mexican.
Blue.
Black.
And yellow.

A companion for many years…
The weaving of threads connected to my skin.
An intricate relationship between the Earth and Consciousness.
Beautiful.

Noticed by other humans.
Remarked upon.
Dear old bracelet, I wondered when you would fall apart…
I knew it wouldn’t last forever

And today, as you fell off my wrist onto the floor
beside my wheelchair…
I thought of death
I thought of birth
I thought of the inconceivable wonder of God.

m

Magical Moments!

when a wondrous woman meets a marvelous man
miraculous moments might be the result.
tell me fine lady have you had some of these?
tell me young man do these brief moments please?
if your answers are yes
then smile and enjoy,
for these moments are everything, everlasting, pure bliss.
oh, little girl
little boy
just
you wait and see,
many more moments such as these will there be.
so keep your minds open,
smile and release…
the moment has come for your hearts to feel
peace!

m

Allowing

It feels soooo good to allow
and dwell with you in the now.
I mean,
Isn’t it cool when you let others be
who they are without wanting it to be differently?
Yes, it is,
and it is such a relief
from the pressure we feel
from ruling like a chief.
go ahead,
be my guest,
act as you will…
I’ll appreciate you no matter what role you fulfill.
Creating this space in my mind is a gift
for you, sure, but for me too it’s a shift.
Because when I refrain from wanting You to please Me
I give you a freedom that feels just Jim Dandy!
I free myself too from being caught in a trap
of conditional love which often feels like crap.
So is not this allowing the art of the wise
permitting all beings to simply exercise,
their own nature,
their truth,
who they really are
brilliant beings
sent here from afar.
so friends, please know, that as you be who you be
you will get only appreciation and acceptance from me
and that is my truth, my promise to you
I vow to show kindness no matter what you do
be well…
or not,
that’s up to you.
either way
I’ll be loving
like you know
who.

m

As I listen

As I listen to the music that she gave me
I become inspired to write a poem.
About what?
Well, I think it will be about beauty
and serenity,
and the lovely
Way she moves…
and soothes
with her many gifts and generosity.
Giving of herself freely…
physically
emotionally
materially
musically
aaaaaahhhhh
and the music plays on,
the feelings are strong
and the thought of her
inspires me!
Drives me
to write and ponder
to smile and wonder
to feel all the thunder
of a heart connected to divinity and love.
my own.
hers.
the Magic of We.

m

Caregiver Mayhem

Shoot!
Here we go again with cancellations…
that bring to me all these headaches and frustrations.
why can’t you just come and help me?
why can’t receiving care just be easy?
plan, plan, plan
it’s like a cycle.
and man, man, man
it’s freaking brutal!
Can you help me? Can you help me?
Well, how about you?
yes, no, yes, no
mmm maybe
it seems to be the way they go
and it’s crazy
around this merry-go-round of care
which makes me want to pull out my hair
and scream at the top of my lungs
but instead I’m climbing the rungs
of my patience and my friend I’ll tell you true,
it’s really hard to get the care to continue
especially when it seems like a chore
and oh my goodness, planning what a bore
so now you know my pet peeve is
recruiting nurses
but more than that it’s begging for the help
so I’ve written this poem to stifle
all my curses
and avoid the need to just break down and yelp

m

To my healer

A gentle touch,
A smile
and a laugh.
Oh my… what a wonderful half.
Of the two that it takes
for the magic of We
to be witnessed,
created,
enjoyed playfully.
She comes, she goes
like the river she flows,
energy and love
from my head to my toes…
Aaahhh…
How nice!
How sweet!
Gentle lady.
Thank you my dear
from the depths of my heart.

m

Death

Dead, died, gone, expired, retired, done
what else can you say about someone
who has taken the leap,
made the transition,
moved into memory
and who knows where else?

Good life, good death
That’s what they say.

So how are you living?
And I mean today.

Because my old friend
dear death is lurking…

Waiting for you
As it’s waiting for me

So smile, breathe deeply, as your end awaits
Patiently holding the thankless role that it takes

Love death?

Come on!
You’re crazy!
How could that be?

Maybe, just maybe,
it could set you free…

m

Hug

Love is a hug
and dinner for two.
Love is a drug
that intoxicates too.
Love
oh my,
what a wild little word!
It means oh so much, but so little…
Absurd!
The twinkle in eyes
and the laughing surprise,
make time go tick tocking
off into the night.
Does love transcend time?
or does time promote love?
questions
and ponderings
too many to count.
All
I
know for sure
is that when I’m with you,
my little heart
wide opens
leaving fears to
dismount.

m

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