Metaphor — Emotional and Physical Scars

Tattoo — 5 Raven feather woman

5 Raven woman
Selfie ~ Jean Larson
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Loss I and Loss II

Loss 2
Photo ~ my own

LOSS I

In July 2017 I had a glimpse of what it is

to love the Divine above all else.

Seems to be the by-product of letting go voluntarily —

then having even more ripped from you.

There comes a point when you have nothing remaining

except a shred of Hope.

That is enough.

 

love B 2
Photo ~ my own

LOSS II

 

I know a man who lost his lifetime of work and wages

to the greed of one person and a system without a whisper of humanity.

Because of this,

within three years he lost his health.

Because of this,

he lost his balance, body strength, energy, vitality

and clear cognitive skills.

(His wife tells him, he has not lost his looks.)

Because of this,

he gradually became unusable to ones who looked upon him

as an object to be used.

Because of this,

near and extended family and friends

fell away one by one.

He is rarely paid much attention.

What he does not lose

is his serene detachment from his chattering ego —

his Zen-like one liner philosophy and

faith in the Joy of living.

Because of this,

he does not lose me —

his first love and second wife.

in conclusion
Photo ~ my own

Momentarily Bewitched

bewitched
Photo my own — April 2017

May 24, 2017

This is what is happening.

My heart is taking over my mind.*

May 25

But once in awhile I am jolted asleep

By my untrue self.

Tonight I am feeling lost —

Old, jealous, hopeless . . . .

May 26 

Daily, the kaleidoscope shifts.

My lightness in your love,

My sickness in your absence,

Take on nuances.

I have no trouble living in the moment.

Present — absent —

We are together

This moment.

*Inspired by Mooji.

Kind

In a kinder universe, it would be time for you.

In a kinder universe, we would be preparing to marry.

Remember we once were amused at the thought of having coffee together?

Now when I taste the blonde and sweet coffee of my own making,

I jolt at the thought of all the perfectly balanced ones we have shared.

My coffees never compare to the ones you make.

Not even close.

Pale coffee.

Pale.

Those are my days without you.

But we have had the time together.

Now I know the difference.

Thank the Universe.

Perfect coffee
Photo ~ by Raj Swami