Once In Marriage Given

This is it.  I’m yours for what’s still left of life, for better or worse. 

It’s all good, with you.  It’s all His Beauty.

I’ve made the choice to legally marry before

Who needs the law at such a time.  Now that aspect seems superfluous. 

This is about commitment, and the law has naught to do with that heart of hearts.

In the past lie my erroneous efforts at what I thought

Sort of looked like Love; I hoped, I watched.  And too soon saw my mistake.

My failures, my ignorance, each and all.  I did my level best to do each well though

Even after I knew it was all wrong, for years…

God knows this truth. 

For you, my life’s beloved, worlds away from my misguided hopes with others

I will dance or suffer anything.  Let me learn all birth: share any pain and also the baby,

You with me, and I with you.  God with us,  together.

 The celestial music lies between us, and the keen blade

Can never cut deep enough to sever my adoration. 

You can be whoever you most need to be, please, and always. 

I’ll be waiting, for weeks if needed,  at the dinner table with a meal, open ears, and sparkling eyes

All yours.  We’ll say Grace.

The Nun Speaks

Never will I have sex again

That time with you,  that was the last

I never want to pollute that memory, those star-spangled moments

I’ve never felt so close to God,

While embodied, forgive me.

It wasn’t God, I know, I know,

There will not be another to make me forget, or distract me

From being His, seeking his Light

I’m so happily your nun, married to you both,

God first, you second.  I am nearly complete, without further wish.

It was in that ancient city of Cuzco that I first became

Tangled, in the confusion and darkness of The Path

Cuzco, the center, the navel of the Universe they say

From which all paths lead, into and out of

Consciousness, unconsciousness and every arena Between

Roaming the clean-swept, impoverished streets, dogs of every color and shape

Detached, or hopeful, or given up to find sleep

Their innocence and hunger gets my hackles up

But I walk on, going to market

Hoping for a bell-ringing clue; some color; an easy giggle even

When I left that city, I begged to be allowed to boil it all down

Something to spark my recognition of Hope, a gleam retained

Boarding that air-glide alone, too alone

My faith just a tingle at my fingertips, I flew the northern path, Ancestors,

To this new Cuzco, La Center, where I know not one soul heart-to-heart.

The boil-down came to me when I first felt the ground again

Love and Trust.  That’s It.  The magic words for the earth-bound Human

No more is needed.  Still, it often sounds hollow, like a bell toned long ago

But I’ll carry that true memory, that one-note song

And my feet from here on out will dance the radiating Light of All that Is

The Sun

The sun sets itself slow on the smoldering edge of this world

This night will get darker and darker, sight will be lost

Our hearts will be all we have left to find the Path

On this night at the end of the final cost

There is a New Dawn yet to come, and soon;

Many accounts have been given, all the same story

The tragedy, the great blanket of sadness covering us all..

But the Sun will rise again, and Glory

Intent is the only tool now, Oh and prayer

Love, our birthing, the only power worth giving

The royal memory was given away as part of the pact

We begged to be here, this night, to await the rising

When, at sunrise, we remember who we are 

All the pain in the world will be gladly suffered to see

This sunrise, this Light, this turn of the Cosmos

The many planets’ divine Harmony.

The sight and the sound will ring out as One

We’ll hold our brothers and sisters so close

Never again to forget we are Family

Always to value our  Holiness.

Large Birds

The white swans babble overhead, my childish prayer

The geese fly also, honking out direction to one another

What do they say when they fly alone?

“Yes”, that’s the answer.

Peace for the Heart, be it a lone goose, child, or swan.

“Yes”, cries the One.

You call me ‘Warrior Woman’ and then tell me I cannot use the word ‘battle’

Blasted romantic

Kiss my eyes, then take that leave you so desperately want

Shall we call our pain beautiful, like birth

Sure, if it makes you feel better about my BATTLE cries

The Big Bugaboo, Sex, your adversary?  You say you adore me, you make love like a God

Then you pull away, and leave me hung out to dry before I knew you were even gone

You say I cannot live closer to your town, then you say let’s make a baby

I say I’m afraid to fall, you say you think we are both falling

You say I’m the purest, that I am only Love, so I lean in to kiss your higher heart

And your body disappears

You say you will meet me out over the ocean

then you will not say anything

You take my breath away then you suggest I breathe

You wonder why and how I could be so upset

That’s what mirrors are for you know, look closer, I’m there too, right behind you, shining

Open your eyes you are being selfish and calling it God

True

I love that he values a single zip-lock baggie.

I love that when he asks me to dance, he says

“Now.  Look at me as if you have the deepest respect and love for me.”

As if?

Then he says “Have good posture!”  Check.

He’s the only man on the planet who can tell me

What to do, not do, and I respect it regardless of content, though

Discussion is always available, no matter the topic.

He wins every debate, except the one about Hell.  It simply isn’t.  We are given a Conscience

For that sway.  Works for me. 

I love that I won’t get lost in this relationship, ever. 

That we only see the good as Good and the bad as Good.  Growth happens that way.

I love that he keeps God closer than anyone I ever met, in every minute.  Remembering.

Back to the baggie: I love that it doesn’t matter what I put in it

He’ll love it.