Poetry addressing Heart Chakra
The furnace of my soul lives somewhere north of my waist, and south of my breathUndisclosed, its location, a confessional space Hidden deep inside my human formNoticeable only when awakened for heat and counsel. My very life is tethered to the health of its inaudible and invisible flameConsciousness and enlightenment appear as its greatest guardian. …
My damp, snow laden bows, weighted by the burden of winter’s past and present.Tested by the elements who rebel against their motherEarth and life itself. Life’s sap in my petrified trunk flow not.Slowed to a crawl as it selects which appendage to feed next.Each feeding in relation to and dependence upon the other. Inward I …
There is a differenceBetween admirer and friend Lover and soul mateBoth? Chasms presenting as inchesBedrooms to stadiums Those that see, those who observeStay In judgement, admiration or need. I release to pressureDrowning in misperception Them Not the fewKnowingWho know Me.
Strangers in line. Lifetimes of waiting and putting others first. So many iterations, his and hers. Hers and his. Knowing eventually, our time would come. Now. My ring, and yours. They told us it was impossible.And we always knew different. It’s just such a fucking awesome moment to experiencewith you. We were right. They were …
If I could record my heart,My love, despair and hope; barely acknowledged. I’d blow the speakers of your mind.The chest of your heart – and anything you hold dear. I’m not a threat.But I present as much. Inward I go; volume decreased. Pointless. Confronted; perhaps cornered.My body sways; rolls and stands walls tall. Octaves …
A gaze, beyond magnetic. I thought I couldn’t be seen. Not one captured in this lifetime – but from one long since past A story of two; paths so dark, convergent and yet parallel amidst the desert Lost and thrown away, as if by design Our oasis presented The King and Queen of sands.
She’s seldom welcomed, but she owns the room. The purpose, hers. Years of running into a wall, when it’s the only way out. Legs firm – her ground secure. Heart centered – purpose claimed. Mind forward – fate designed. Spirit driven; she leaps into her own divinity.
The net was cast, by our own doing. For someone who has yearned to be heard, seen and known. You and I. You captured me – when I thought I was the seeker. Dropped by green eyes; succumbed to my knees upon our first acquaintance. You offered me your words in tenor. Speechless and breathless. …
I love sensuality. And the endless power behind it. The knowing, calm and focus.Sleepy eyes that know their privilege, purpose and target. I love my body – regardless of state,how it tests my mind and heart. All for me. And that’s exactly why I scare the shit out of most men (and women) As I …
Respect of the feminine as a celebrated soul mate of the masculine. Capacity and courage to love and connect deeply. Freedom to think, learn and lead; together. Protection without having to ask. Friend, lover, teacher and humorist. You cherish me, and I you.
