Be My Poem
Let your spirit fill me
With delicate expressions,
Dictating a romantic ballad,
Holding on to adjectives
Slipping from your tongue
In sweet rhythm
Cascading into my ears
As water folding over us.
Let your hands hold
Verbs and nouns,
Us as pronouns,
Beginning and ending
Tracing each line and space
Of my body
Each moment into silhouettes of pauses
Shading the imagination with
Tension, intervals and length.
Be my melody,
Reciting a sonnet, haiku, free verse
The final closure,
An exclamation to end all words
I love you…Millie
Something woke again
after a long sleep of doubts,
anger, hurt and questions
that buried me in an open tomb.
I had forgotten my power,
the thoughts that co-create
with the Universal aid of intentions;
those same delicious frequencies
that magically take me here and there.
I had forgotten,
waking up with such joy,
that I skipped out of my room
while bones cracked and stretched
reminding me to slow down.
I don’t care. This is the meaning of living.
This is the ebb of sorrow and joy
taking it all and pasting it back together
without giving up.
It’s easier to give in,
give out, and forget. No more!
I have been sleeping in such darkness
for too long and allowing no one
to turn on the light.
Clarity arrives with rest and prayer.
I hear the ringing of truth in one ear.
I see the element of surprise ahead.
I taste the juices of excitement.
I smell the sweetness of success
for all that I have put out into the openness.
I am home in me again.
It’s been a long time…too long.
The heart echoes softly, “Welcome back!”
I love you…Millie
There are moments.
Experiences that test faith and belief,
Others that define love and compassion.
Some question purpose and reason.
These cracks create ripples in time,
forcing lifelines to determine feelings,
These increments of time can later be retrieved,
picking and choosing
the special ones.
Some will ache through space and time,
while others bring tears of joy
transporting the past to right now.
There are many moments,
millions of particles in the heart
allowing for growth,
truth, lessons and stories.
Pick them wisely
while allowing the Divine
to be the guiding light
through the journey back to you.
You will always return right back awareness.
We fear succeeding a lot greater than fearing failure. We have been programmed in the expectation of failure. When it happens, we immediately tell ourselves, “Well I knew that was going to happen.” Those words are the driving force into failure. Succeeding requires that we step into the unknown. Inside of you are all the answers. Continue to co-create your reality. You get to manifest the life you desire!
There’s a vastness,
waiting to be discovered,
uncovered through lack of substance,
control or restrictions.
It is in this space
that one’s bulk reaches
of who and what we are
while not feeling the need
to fill it constantly.
I used to wait
for a miracle of another
to create a fullness
that was never meant to be an external
or internal source of dimension.
And, in this spaciousness
the universe lies completely
sheltered by spirit,
engulfed by expansion of cosmic energy.
I am alone, but not of loneliness.
I am empty, but not of vacancy.
I am light, but not over-exposed.
The range of all is infinite
as we can all meet any time
through the everything of life.
Let go of the illusion,
diminish the fear,
and travel through the light of love.
A touch from you opens the portal.
A word ignites our immortality.
A look exchanges the energy to all humanity.
We are here together. We are always connected.
Be mindful that you,
me, and them are the spheres of divinity
in this dance of life.
I love you,
Dancing in Heaven
Yesterday I called my deceased client’s son to inform him of his mother’s passing. He wanted nothing to do with her. She had not been a good mother. He had been very apprehensive and verbal about his feelings of wanting nothing to do with her.
We spoke about her passing, her last weeks, the care Hospice provided for her. I told him how much his mother changed my life. He couldn’t grasp it. I explained, through tears, that his mom made me believe in the shift of humanity. He stayed quiet. He never saw his mother as humane. I told him that I believe we all have the conscious choice to change even in a dying bed.
I asked him to keep an open mind and hear my story, the journey from beginning to end with her. He heard me, carefully taking in the small details of forgiveness and letting go. He heard my story of the hospital visits, the sitting with her and asking to let go of the past. He asked if she mentioned him. I told him that she did many times. He cried. I wish I had been in front of him to hold him, allow him to truly feel the feels of it all.
At the end of our conversation we both sobbed on the phone. He thanked me for loving his mother. In spite of her being a challenge she was a tremendous teacher of accepting and forgiveness. She allowed me to love her without rejecting the harshest of energies.
Today he called me back. He said that through my stories he felt he met another woman who could have been his mother. He told me he shared with his father who is in his mid nineties. His father couldn’t believe the stories. And this happens when we’ve experienced a completely different life. It’s well expected! We live through the lens of our perception. There is no point of reference for them to experience her change.
But…she now touched not just me, but her only son and ex-husband. She touched the folks in the facility. She touched the nurses in hospice and several volunteers. She had evolved into something miraculous in transformation.
She asked me on several occasions about death and what happens when you take your last breath. I answered her to the best of my experience, but is my experience and not hers. I am sure that she released all she needed to let go. By the time she reached that other realm she had evolved into a divine soul. I can imagine her dancing in heaven.
I’ve been so blessed. I keep being gifted the opportunities to be with these souls right around the time they need to transition. To hear their stories, have their hearts connect with mine, and feel love without ego…I cannot imagine anything more intimate.
Do not give up on love. The toughest to love are usually the ones who need it the most. You do not have to do anything but send them loving energy. We don’t have to enable them. We don’t have to accept abuse. We don’t have to allow hurt. We can set healthy boundaries. But, you have a responsibility to love and forgive in order to evolve into your greatness. Love them from here. Love them from there. Just love. Forgive. Let go. That’s all you need to do. Your life will be changed forever. ~m.a.p.