Train your mind to look away from where your joy gets robbed. It may take days, months, and even years. If you make it a goal, along with being gentle and kind to yourself, one day it will happen. You will sweat, persevere, slip back, fall, hurt. Get up slowly, steadily and with your own pace and in your own time, you WILL find that joy from somewhere deep within you. It's all there within us..we just choose to look the other way because of preconditioning. Choose yourself, even if it means reminding yourself daily that you are important, vital and precious for your life and those around you. Whatever you do, keeping all around you in an equanimity of love and nurturing and care, choose yourself. Love yourself.
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Friday, December 27, 2013
Ilion Gray/ Love Slips Through His Fist via hellopoetry.com
and this brilliant poem by Ilion Gray ..says it all.
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/love-drips-through-his-fist/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/love-drips-through-his-fist/
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Blackened Treo
21.5.09 blackened treo
dark skies
darker blackness
not any deeper, darker than my resting mobile
waiting...waiting for the glow of light
to bring it alive....
.......oh the message of love....
delivered
renders, relieves, releases
spasms and spasms of gusty joy...
i am thinking of you....it sings
i am missing you now, it growls....
come gently hither, i wait for you,
my love, my passion, i crave for you....
without you, i can hardly breathe,
with you i cannot
you take my breath away
come, steal my soul again today
come, come, come....
mingle your lusty tongue with mine
you bittersweet spice
let me watch you endlessly,
let me savour you mercilessly.......
soothing, satiating, silken murmurs of your skin
glide hand in hand with my abrasions
in gay abandon...
all @ the purple rendezvous,
surrounded by the indigos, violets, and deeper hues...
of the all encompassing darkness....
darkness......
but still it rests, my bravest treo,
its i who is filled with anticipation, trepidation...
never finding emancipation from my expectation
thus forever in the vortex of my suffering emotions
imagining the radiance of light
will illuminate my mobile
and bring me the drenched text
imbued with hope
soaking my soul
with that feeling
again, again.....again.
Unexpected Joy ...I often feel... this surge
Don't Hesitate
Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
“If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happened better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins. Anyway, that’s often the case. Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb. (Don't Hesitate)”
Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
“If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happened better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins. Anyway, that’s often the case. Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb. (Don't Hesitate)”
Friday, December 20, 2013
From Twitter Files 19-12-2013
- What is love They ask Love is a task, says I Bereft of joy Once the moment is past. - Self
- Let her live She deserves A river In her cup - Self
- The gravity fills the heart Like sandbags on battlefield Wondering what it is That's trying to hide And what's dying an untimely death - me
TheMadBon
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