there is, my friend
a gentle breeze
that silently teases
my heart
whenever your words
pass by
would you do me a favor?
and
speak to me,
once again…
love
standing naked in the desert…
i bury myself deep
within
this bed of grief
wildly wrapping myself
in
sheets of anger and hurt
twisted and tangled
in
despair
memory washes over me
in
waves
uprooting these shallow feet
my breath barely escaping
this
heavily weighted chest
Oh!
To clear this crowded mind
and
reclaim this broken heart!
i stand naked in the desert
waiting
for Love to surprise me…
strange little muscle, this heart…
how many times can this heart break?
i feel there’s no more room for wounds.
and yet my heart opens a bit more, once again, in defiance.
ready to hurt.
ready to love.
such a strange, hopeful little muscle.
in my anger, in my love…
in my anger
i become a ghost
in my Love
i become human
my love for you, dear friend…
like the flowers
that slowly rise from their winter sleep
does my Love for you, dear friend
Awaken within my heart with silent certainty
Love…
Love
as surely as the Sun sets
with the Moon as its dressing
as surely as the Sun rises
with a brand new blessing
each day reveals Love
this morning…
this morning i woke
your smile everywhere
flowers, sky and sun
thoughts on listening…
i want to be a better listener.
so…
i plan on opening my heart wider.
wake up!
i
just heard
Thunder clap
“Wake up!”
it said.
“Wake up!”
“Wake up
and
know
my Love!”
words, words, words…
words words words
my darling
can’t we just sit here
in Love’s sweet silence
and get lost
in each other’s eyes?
The Metta Garden 