Saturday, March 25, 2017
In Your Paradise
What are you doing? he asked
As I answered the phone
On a sunny, sacred
Without hesitation, in my poetic way
I replied, I am lying in a green and white room
Full of sunshine and rainbows
That are spun by little twirling prisms
In the bared windows
On a white sofa
Covered by a faux white mink throw,
Listening to the most gorgeous music
On the planet Earth.
A bamboo water fountain in the corner of the room
Is tickling my ears with it's delicate water song
And the cat is curled upon the carpet
In his favorite spot of warm Vitamin D.
I am sipping from a cup of green tea
Reading a book by an incredible woman
Who has traversed the world on amazing adventures
And in the traversing, learned who she is and who she is not.
I am gloriously happy in my little house
And my green and white room
Full of music and sun and peaceful moments
That I find so rarely in this run amok world.
It is a haven here now, alone, quiet, lovely
I have all I need for the moment
Dinner is cooking on the stove and the aroma is wonderful
Outside, the birds are rehearsing for an afternoon symphony
And I am their eager audience.
To hear no other voice,
To go anywhere or to do anything
But what I am doing now.
Soon, I will write a poem
And try to describe what it is I am feeling
And thinking and hearing on this beautiful Sunday afternoon
But that will come later.
Right now, I am content to just be
To just listen and hear and taste and touch
The supernatural beauty of this natural gift,
This day that only God could make,
This peace that only He can give.
It doesn't take much to make me happy
It doesn't have to be a palace,
It doesn't require a private island,
I do not need to be a queen.
All I need is what I have,
Who I am, where I lie,
A gentle sigh, a ray of sun,
An orange leaf, a flow of water,
A violin and I am happy.
And he was quiet
I heard him thinking,
I felt him yearning
Over the phone from miles away.
And what about me, Voo?
What about me?
Is there no spot
In that paradise in which you lie
No need or want or place for me?
And without answer,
I hung up the phone
As gently as I could
Because I didn't want to say
What I wanted to say ...........
Perhaps when the night falls,
But in this moment,
October 28, 2012
a true story
Agua de cristal-Costa de Almería
I fought an un-win-able battle
I thought I knew the answers
But only questions came to light
When I laid my weary head
Beneath the wayward stars.
You were there, always
An inch away from true love
And a million miles from me
Dancing in somebody else’s starlight
Quenching your thirst with a stranger’s wine
But never mine.
I’ve made it a habit
Of crossing rivers just to cross them
Going from one side to the other
Looking forward, looking back
To see which side looks better
But there’s no difference on either side for me.
You were fool’s gold
When I thought you were pure
Thought I’d found the mother lode of all love
The hidden treasure, the pearl of great price
The shelter for my homeless heart
But you tarnished when I held you in my hands.
Still I hoped
Until hope was drained by drought
And even then, dredged for your love
In the mud of dis-consolation
You were always on the wrong side of every river
And I never learned to swim.
Feb 10, 08
Bea's song by Cowboy Junkies
Bea's song by Cowboy Junkies
I was listening to them while writing this.....