Loving Me is Loving You

love me
like you would
love the moon,
waxing and waning
in your eyes,
that always remember
and hold
her fullness
in her impelling darkness
and radiant light;

love me
like you would
love a song,
holding the magic
of the words and the tune,
the canvas and strokes
of a heart
who knows only
how to paint herself
in everything around;

love me
like you would
those faraway clouds,
that come and go
in the vacant blue,
watching them go
where they want to,
in search of a stillness
that they can feel,
only as they move;

love me
like you would
love the earth,
who weaves the sensuous
into the ordinary,
touching everything
with a curiosity and warmth,
feeling the weight of herself
and everything in her
that she gives roots to;

love me
like you would
love a warrior,
fierce and passionate
about a cause
that makes her feel alive in her skin,
where a battle is won
not with a beating of chests,
but with the inexhaustible weapons
of trust, love and unshakable truth;

love me
like you would
love a rose
resting on a sun-drenched morn,
not to be plucked
or tucked away into a pretty vase,
but to be cherished
for her fragrance and gentleness
that you can feel
only when she is amid her thorns;

love me
like you would
love deep secrets,
enticing you into
the growing darkness
where all the adventure lies,
free-falling
into an uncomfortable openness,
just waiting to be unearthed;

love me
like you would
love the universe,
making space
for all that is living,
growing and dying
before your eyes,
spiraling into nothingness
and yet exploding
in a celebration of itself;

love me
like you would
love yourself,
for in that love,
you will include
not only me,
but one who is most valued,
and most cherished -
YOU!

Becoming Me

and when I'm not full,
like that mellow fruit
on a pregnant tree, 
I let you in -
to fill me,
to become
you in me,
dying to what I really am -
a soul that's not up for sale,
the harvest of a love
that cannot be demanded
or plundered,
but only given,
in quiet patience,
as the tree holds her fruit
and her wholesome shade,
for those who care enough
to stop by and relish her bounty,
and sit under her radiant boughs
that speak incessantly
to the sun, the earth
and the dark heavens,
singing songs of love
flowing from the fullness
of a heart that hears
the stirrings of the universe,
and what it takes
to let you be you,
and to 'become me'.

Remembering Me

and when I
broke into myself,
I suddenly remembered
the pounding waves
and that undeniable roar
of cosmic thunder,
asking to be let out
and crash into
the empty shores
of a numbed existence.

On Being Me

Oh, how much I want -
but only sometimes,
to be a seamless part
of this blinding world,

go easy, and
flow on fearlessly,
and find my little space
to rest and grow,

but there is no place
that is shaped like me
and so I struggle
I brood and hide

then slowly slip through
the gold-trimmed clouds,
or tread softly upon
the shifting water's edge

so I don't wake up
the cozy river reeds
or startle the egrets
from their restful pose.

and I listen, I wait,
until I hear the moon
call me softly
from the other world

where shapes and colours
thaw and disappear
into one dark emptiness
where I find that thing called 'me'.

Peace

engulfed
in the drone
of an urban morn,
a mourning heart
sinks its roots
into the grounded sky -
a constant reminder
of what could be,
if only I have
the time
and space,
to connect
inside,
to listen,
and simply be
me.

My Shell

I love my little world
my shell -
my go-to place
when I want some quiet,
to reflect, renew,
rejuvenate,
and realign
with the magical flow
of the divine.
It is not a place
where I want to hide,
from the glare and din
of a sultry day outside,
but a space to feel
and love myself,
for who I am,
and who I want to be.
 

Being Naked

You think I've lost my mind,
for you see me talking
to no one and yet to everyone.
You think I have no shame,
for you can see my bare body
through my tattered, ill-fitting clothes.
You think I have no home,
for you see me wander and sleep
out on the open streets or under the sky.
You think I have no name,
for I don't remember mine
even when you ask me time and again.
You think I'm a lost cause,
for what you see in me
doesn't match yours.
Hey, but let me tell you this -
You don't see me.
You don't know me.
You don't feel me.
For you see only with your own eyes.
When you can stop and look
with the eyes of another,
you will see me,
you will hear me,
you will feel me,
and you will know then
that I own the world,
that I am naked and free -
I have no holdings,
I have no bearings, and
yet remind you always,
to celebrate you in me.

I am Unstoppable

You can cast your net
with flowery words,
you can drive me with rules
like a caged bird;
you can taunt me
with your cynical chatter,
you can build walls around me
with brick and mortar;
you can pierce me
with your cutting eyes,
you can hold me
with your unspoken lies;
you can consume every drop
that I have to give,
you can take away everything
that I hold to live;
you can rave and rant
and whisper stories,
of my craziness
and incessant worries;
you can call me names,
ignore or dismiss me,
you can step on me,
or like a doormat, use me;
but what you don't know
is what I am and can be;
you cannot hold me,
you cannot touch me;
for I have the wind
and water inside me;
I am unstoppable;
you cannot cork me;
for I am a free spirit rising,
and I am ruled by ME.