No Rehearsal

This life we now share
It is no rehearsal,
It tastes all the real
Coming about to what
Is present, time and space,
Feeling every emotion
Reflecting on each face.
It is the highs and lows
The victories, compromise,
Those things we wish
We did not know, but must,
Whatever we allow,
What we jettison,
What touches us,
Whatever leaves,
All we hold and believe.
It matters, means, gives,
Takes; is more than seems,
There is no rehearsal,
No chance to go back
And hit all the marks,
We have to be live,
Alive is our one chance
So we offer the best
Or some approximation
To merit our approbation
And splendid continuation.

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Cover

Inside the shell we
Buckle ourselves down, without
Any real insight,
But as we become quiet
Our thoughts distill into light.
Who we are is life
No fancy separations
Clear revelation.

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Closeness

Touching feels newborn
The sensitivity nerved
Within every cell
Mind reactive, all degrees,
Taking, giving what pleases,
Previously frozen
To needs long disregarded
Sheltered from impulse,
Coming alive to emotion
Hunger, overpowering desire.
Sampling the possible
Always doubted, untaken,
Made openly present
Changing every feeling,
Meaning, thought, belief,
Injecting confidence, clarity.

Cover was written first, Closeness second, and No Rehearsal last. Just doodling in words. I hope you are doing well. If you would like to follow the site there is a button, or simply come back as life allows. All comments are much appreciated.

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Be You

What you are searching for
Is not out there beyond,
If you trust yourself
You will find satisfaction
Lives inside who you are.
You are all the things
You hope to be
Even if at this moment
You are not manifesting
All the self you want.
So take in the world
Digest the love and joy
Give yourself permission
To be who you are
Explore the freedom
Of being exactly who
You are meant to be;
Smile come fully alive.

Living the Dream

This is the caption on my shirt, and I thought, where can I go with that?

When the everything
You are doing
Is the everything
You really want,
You have achieved
The somewhat everyone
Chases after in their
Overdo, over sex, over sought.

When the bustle outside
Is managed and the harried
Does not follow you in
You order your existence,
You ration yourself zen
Doing who you are
Being always honest, faithful,
Knowing you are, and ever you.

Money cannot buy joy
But the toys can give a rush
The secret is to relish
Each day our Lord has wrought,
Counting up all blessings
Learning what you can along
Any given pathway
Being grateful, wearing smiles,
Slipping into the future
With hope bought other days,
Living the dream.

Object – Found

I had to take it down,
Had to take it apart,
To see the depths inside
Learning about my heart,
What it is I want
Who I am willing to be,
To discover all myself;
Becoming fully me.

Even though I feel
So much love inside
Sometimes I live in fear,
Feeling I must hide,
Uncertain who I am
Can ever make the grade,
Knowing all inside me
May inappropriate be.

Should you choose
To spend time with me
Perhaps we shall find
There is more than reflects,
A purpose that connects
Love running through
Time somewhere proposed,
A truth of me and you.

I would keep this muse were I able. I, however, know muses are fickle.

No Teenage Love Affair

I have no idea
What we were thinking, to touch,
Yeah, we know too much,
There has been long aloneness
Years so many, tears like floods.
We stand before one another
Souls bare, connected somehow,
No secrets we fear to share,
Gently touching, sudden reach
Coming undone altogether.
Building fires passion feeds
Longing, wanting, needing, hope
Escalating into a future
Unimagined, never dreamed,
Could it be, could it possibly?
Hearts stutter, bodies quake,
Here together, be no mistake.