Snow Sheets

Bed sheets, snow pleats,
Pristine white serene snowscapes,
Flowing, flowering, enfolding, unfolding drifts on your skin,

Draped across pillows piled high,
With memories and plans,
Dreaming within your succulent white bed flesh.

Your hair stranded, ski tracks stretched on the iceways,
Pulling on threads connecting life in lives fully lived,
Pushing the boundaries of past and future,
Finding meaning, meandering, illuminating,
Immanent with potent branching possibilities,

Whiling away hours now snow shoe walking,
Sweet, soft, sweating frosty breath,
Sweet, soft, dancing frosty breath,
Mesmerised in the music of moon light bright.
Excited, spiralling, crystal flakes,
Choreography of love into form

Your flurrying, scurrying mind thawing now,
Metamorphosis of ice into clear water,
A stream of stretching foaming wonder,
Cascading down mountain sides,
Caressing rocks, calling, creating a choir.

That sings to me...

And I hear your call...
I am pecking, pecking, pecking breaking out,
A heart-shaped egg cracking open,
Slowly, slowly,
Patiently I waited,
When I asked for you to call me.

And now I hatch and fly,
Crossing lakes and hanging in the icy blue sky,
Carried on clouds,
I enter your room on a warm wind blowing in,
A chinook melting snow
Together we warm our inner organs of perception.

And now I kneel before you on your growing bed,
Indents in your sheets,
The heat now emerging within our murmuring hearts,
I gaze along with the moon upon your skin.

Fractal patterns of feeling, firming up and expanding,
You reach out to me......
You are opening me up now, expanding welcoming
Pulsating, perfect passion now in the pen in your palm,
Stroking, strolling weaving wisdom threads along your leaves,
you are bringing forth a fountain,
An explosion of ice firework,
Spreading shards of showers,
Patterns glistening across your skin,
Melting now,

You reach down to your soaking self,
Stroking, stoking the heat between us
Dampness at your hands,
Moving to your lips,
You taste All This as you lick your finger tips
And embody my salty kiss within.


written January 2014

 

Everything in its Right Place!

When we are on the spiritual path, we often find ourselves wondering how things will develop ...and there is a temptation to push. Although healthy, gentle discipline is good, I guess the most important thing is not to push too far in certain directions, to drain ourselves of energy or expect certain things to happen before we're ready.

Anything that we do can lead to a devotional state - gardening, being a parent, son, daughter, scientist, musician, artist, plumber, builder..... we are here simply to be us - not to be defined by what we do or how we see ourselves in relation to others. We are undeniably our unique selves!

Each of us, our basic essence/consciousness, is unique like a jigsaw puzzle piece. We are pieces of consciousness with a particular "shape" and so each one of us is absolutely essential for the unfolding of the Universe. 

We are each individual jigsaw pieces in the great puzzle of the universe! Everything in its right place - Radiohead!

 

Mountain Climbing and Contentment

There is a tendency that I have to push things; to treat climbing the spiritual mountain like an expedition.. like a mountain...to be conquered, but that is not the way...

Sometimes we simply have to stop, sit down for a bit, look around us at the views we see from wherever we are and just "Let it Be" (as Lennon and McCartney said)...then the mountain will guide us up....sometimes it knows that we should find a secluded spot for a while just to enjoy and sit in peace and contentment before we move on again!

Then we will feel a state of tiredness, but one accompanied by calmness...sounds very close to contentment to me!