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LIKE A DANCER, BK IX
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UPDATE: October 2, 2014: Book Baby ( http://www.bookbaby.com/ ) & Like a Dancer
UPDATE: July 2, 2014
LIKE A DANCER Like a dancer twirling finds a spot, In this abysmal fracturing, I languish not! I find my balance in the tortured night... Thru the Umbilicus Mantra....of Love's
insight. In the billowing fluorescence of a magnetic grid; Bolted together
with an electric grip... Although a refugee on the fringe of Returns
refreshed, discernment gained. Still
touching the tip (with intrepid tact,) Of cool wet clouds, from which I sip... The
wisdom of listening, that leads to great bliss. LOVE DOES NOT SCREW YOU! My life was a flower and you crushed it. As if your malicious
purpose was not enough, You lured me back, to mock my failed existence. Did you not know, God, has a purpose for
me? In so many ways, you loved abusing me. I tried, but you lied; Misunderstood and stranded, Once
again I am abandoned...I did truly love you....long ago. But fear now shows the way, away from you. And I hide
so you can't find me anymore. Humpty Dumpty, she
had a great fall! Now you must put Humpty together again, Or pay the wages of your apathetic ignorance! That's why I feel rejected and neglected, Dyslexic and so affected...abused and very vexed From
your vicious behavior toward me. Now.... you must know, that... Love, is a trust, that must
deliver! Apathy, is a travesty, that friendship cannot survive. When you care, you dare...to give
the Benediction. 'Cuz love, sweet love.....does not screw you! LIKE PEARLS
TROLLING, I II III I Can it be coincidence, the Face
of God is everywhere? In waters flowing beside trees, in multiplicities of leaves; It
is no wonder! God owns this place..... Even the sea smiles when I do as I should, and Frowns,
when I devise my own goodness. Is it chance that I am prone to stumble, When I forget
to even mumble...a simple "Thank you" Why do you believe that God
is mocked, Because you boldly print blasphemities! Why do you use Their Perfect
Name of Love, To conjure images that curse all living beings?! God is not dazed
by careless insults. In turning away Their Loving Gaze, we... Draw upon our souls,
a burden of Time. Though near.... 'Tis farther still, the path returning..... Why not now unbolt the sweetness hidden in our souls, and Squander not this glorious moment
bold....so soon to pass. For Time gives one the precious chance to learn from errors made. But
Time too, is a blessing to one devoted to Their Names. They, who patiently, thru millenium unphased,
extend horizons Just in time to save, a lambie fallen into mud...and each time We
are so proud to have survived the flooding; So quickly we forget, How we trembled helpless, in the hours
of fierceness.... huddling. II Can we ever learn the Sacred Breathing....so relieveing... Stop the seizing, heaving...weeping?! This animal-mosaic-spirit, clothed in flesh, This heart, so vulnerable and pure. Protecting it from damage, so unsure; Alone, defenseless, running blindly on the bleak
eternal moors... Wildly searching....for a door... Reaching for a goodness....evermore.... So naturally a child knows the goodness of all souls. They
weep so hard and "feel" the hopper-grasser's broken leg... Their shattered eyes reveal,
how deeply, Elder's words have cut Grasping always for the loving....never understanding why the
pain?!!! Oh, why can't we, like that remain? Wake
up, or fall in the abyss unconsciously. This is a dual-reality!... not an alienated insanity! You're
not alone! There really is a Friend...a way That lets Reality bend, for you. Be not afraid, Though caught between the seas of bliss and grief... Of Commandments there are ten, and
one besides that says.... "Extend... yourselves for love of Me". I am that God you seek, and
Always too..... your only, real Friend. So when,
with love, the Precious Names of God, like pearls, Come trolling from our moist persimmon lips, Tenderly extolling, all our gratitude and bliss...is this, How we compose the fragments
of our famished soul To wholeness...once again? Yet
not through words alone do we perceive the meaning But our actions, that make actuality, meaningful. For in this preposterous society, it's all about gravity and polarity. All depends
upon our heart's intention, to give or not give...Charity. III Is it so easy, to
let Love decide all things? Does not too much loving, spoil the "feelings"? Is
character built before, or after weaning...? Doesn't love give all to please it's lover? Is it only, after sentiment has broken thoroughly Our back and hands, that we perceive
the weakness Of loving too much...for how well we know now, But before, did not
understand.... That love,...can... and will ruin.... So tender a thing, as woman....and
man. Though we grow old and hobble Slower than we went, Remembering how the faithful child Eager to love, was wont To abandon
fear, ego and greed, To follow Love's precarious lead. Now ego spent, we see
agian, Not by mere coincidence, But see the eyes that pierce Our
secret mind, whorling vortexes Of timeless energy in formless space; A voice, speaking
to us in a way, That replaces...this mundane understanding. With
weilding force it penetrates To what we thought was ours alone. A space constructed
for our protection... Even self-esteem. But lost...returning from the dream... We
plead...we scream...Then finally remembering...the Friend... Our heart speaks....It's Names...and
It hears... Draws closer to us with feeling... No more to blame, what was insane... Instead in bushels, gathering... The pearls..... It's children made.
Tranquility
Tucson, Arizona c 1989 yfr THE NIGHT BEFORE The night was long, but there came a song, With a tender melody,
and rhythm so strong; It sailed me thru, a night so blue Tomorrow will they really come.... And take what's
left of me away? I found boxes and filled them With my treasured junk. The waning moon
reflected my pain, By looking the other way. It was time to move on. The agony was over. One
had tried to make a bridge, But my invitations made them cringe. Distained, defamed, mocked and ashamed Retreat
was my rational option. I had hoped to suceed in this life But others had their own delights. Ignorant
bullies without a clue Took me to a place beyond despair And left me there. They didn't care. Anger and rage my only food. Teeth wept to masticate such truth. It's so unfair! Why couldn't
they share?! Were we not equal before the rain and sun? Now trust has flown away, and I am left undone... Feeling
betrayed by everyone...I ever loved. THE MORNING COMES The morning comes so abruptly. My dream slipped away. In sour
rage I awaken...grumbling and stumbling... Toward the thick staleness of moldy air I am embedded in. With moody
reluctance...I open my eyes; I see again, the abyss I'm drowning in! But a castle awaits
me, and it's not a dream. It waits to comfort the deep wounds, To gently remove the crusty scabs. Will
sweet smelling salve applied lovingly, Heal this mutiliated heart? The soul is willing to forgive, But
the scarred body remembers How loved ones plunged her without caution, Spilled her gifts with callous wanton. Mocking
her, reduced to poisen... No chance to call us family here. Now what remains of me Is bitter, broken
and afraid. Trust is a thing of the past. I am left here to suffocate, debilitating madness Their apathy
and sabotage, spawned in my heart. What good would reprisal do them? Would we not have The same
soullessness to contend with...again? and... Again and again?! Never knowing where or when "Cohudos"
will ambush again! It was so easy for them to ruin me, Who was devoted to their happiness. A
hapless orphan from the start, Disabled, I never really grew; But I was innocent and glad to sacrifice myself With
love for them, and serve my God By truly being a benefit, thereby, presenting Truth. My optimistic
nature was an irritation. My loved ones didn't like me enough to let me play. Excluded and reduced to unrelateable, I
go on knowing, I must define in my own way, The gifts of knowledge I have gathered, On the trail I've walked
these many years. So someday, once beloved kinfolk will acknowledge What is spoken only with the heart and tears... Where does an orphan go to find relief? When even a mother cares not enough to weep....? Will
we ever recover?....Do we dare try?!! "Now that this morning of liberation Has finally come...for me?...... WAITING The morning came, the morning went The hope was lost, the Spirit spent. Sons
and Mothers, don't repent That which was one, has now been wrent. Angry words and accusations, Make
understanding unplacatable. So one must wait another day; Strange dreams and poems just delay, The
time of passage, holding back, Until the new moon ushers in Miraculous purpose in perfect hymns. Humans
fail....but God prevails! Another day will come. The sun and moon will rize; The stars
and planets change, and All my painful waiting will not be in vain; For Destiny waiting has determined when My
passage from this world is earned, and When this life, so splendidly lived, is spent. BREATHE THE BREATH On moonless nights, I see the world no more, Only stars moving in and out of lavender
puffy clouds; Clouds revealing shapes. Can one almost see, Ancestral
Grandmothers convening to advize...if only... The human heart could hear...the soul of man could
rize. The soundless voice becomes distinct; The
riddle's clues, explicitly expressed When one can realize how integral all things are, And in that humbling moment, breathe the Breath.... In sync with other lives enmeshed Together in this reality so blessed. How sad it is, that though our dna reveals How closely intertwined we've been....for all of time... We are so far apart....in
understanding. There is naught that can save us from destiny ordained. We are here together for as long as consciousness remains. We are doomed together if
we cannot stop the hate. Conscious we are living, making wars we can't escape. If we could take a step back, and appreciate this birth... Just realize we all are members
of this heavenly body Earth. We are learning to take care of our mountains, birds and lakes We are learning other lessons too, lessons we must face. Learning to transform our fear
and hate, to generousity and grace. Learning to be worthy of a life so profoundly special and
great!
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