A touch on life and being

"If you look deeply into the palm of your hand, you will see your parents and all generations of your ancestors. All of them are alive in this moment. Each is present in your body. You are the continuation of each of these people."  ~Thich Nhat Han

Life is both intricate and simple. To novel over this is to acknowledge that what you give - you also receive. To love wholly this connection between all things - bodily and spiritually - is to know peace.
 
Breathe: 'I am alive in this moment.'

NC

NC trip
two long travel days, one day of hellos and hugs followed by a day of tearful goodbyes. Lots of good Carolina comfort food, one night around a campfire chatting and the last night enjoying a southern storm out on the porch.  "Wabi Sabi"


It was just so fast – too fast – but worth it for those hugs and precious moments with the fam.

"Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering

There's a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in."
~LeonardCohen, "Anthem". Also found in Little Zen Companion

There are days when I am a better person than on others; for the days when I am not: I am truly sorry. For the days when I am: may they end in smiling joy.  And for all the many days in between: I hope you’ll love me on these days the most.

this is the battle, twisting through the heart, not even taking the time to twist around it - just through. weave me a tale where this works out. i ask you, please. forgive me. forgive you. twinkle a one and only love, stroke with laughter and tickle romantic reality. please.
swaying in cluttered confusion, peace just out of grasp, disatisfaction quickly at hand and distaste deep with in already waiting to be fed.  time to change tunes.
a musical decision setting the mood of misery not from what is truly, but what isn't.  Move on.
Seriously.
You're not making any sense anyway.

Moving on then.  Subject: Awaiting your reply

Awaiting your reply in the steamy mist of August's morning, tasting the sweet smell of summer and chocolate brown earth, golden fields of wheat, crisp and cloudless blue skies above - heavy with the heat to come - the day promises much.
At the market, fresh tuna and crab are chosen with care.  Sushi sets the evenings mood.  Simple.  Exotic.  Fun.  Seductive.  Smilling will be inevitable; this is vital if the day's promise is to be fulfilled.  Richly swaying from moment to moment, eagerly anticipating: I await your reply.

Promise me the night

In the romance of this samba, I sit alone panicking the moon will leave - which of course you know it will.  a fretful display of notorious, noxious nights, one after another after another. And here in this loquaciously stated trance - may you find nothing and everything here. sip the night's moon like the brew in your morning's cup - slowly, lovingly. Owling hours are for languid thoughts, heavy with passion. Stroke the hip of your lover - one lingering, long line - instill the chill that will shiver sweet caresses down her spine when you've gone.  In the baking mid-day sun, pulsing heat, surrounding, constricting and relaxing in a tidal wave's heat. consumption. catastrophic chill chips the very character of release. and still, on the night comes in new blue hues whispering secrets and kissing Promise's rosy cheek while passing by.

Moonlit

Moroccon moon
shake the night away
with the sway of sultry evening hips
wrapped in ruby silk
plush, blood red lips
tangled in the pulsing blur
of midnight steps
kissing the trembling
creaking oak

may we meet
tonight
in a twirling frenzy of arms and legs
wrapped in rumba
and sprightly pink champagne
pecking blushing cheeks