Beckon Her

 

 

Beckon her not with words,

her need is not of voices.

Beckon her not with a gaze,

her desperation is blind.

Beckon her not with a rose,

fragrance quiets not her cry.

Beckon her not with nectar,

sadness knows not hunger.

Beckon her with a gentle touch,

of all,

Grace is found there.

 

 



glass Wall

 

 

 

 

 

Her wall is impenetrable.

Endless are its bounds.

It is glass.

It hides not her spirit.

It is glass.

It hides not her heart.

It is glass.

I hides not her Truth.

In its reflection,

I see myself.



I'm Yours

Try me not
For I have been tried.
Hurt me not,
For my tears have fallen for such pain.
Seize my love,
Not yet has it been held.
Hear my truth,
For ears are deaf to its song.
See gold, where tin is seen.
Hold my guard, be shown my gate.
It is not fallen,
it is open, to those not,
but for you.

Untitled Silence

Trouble me not with your selfish woes.
Listen only for the hidden, desperate needs of
a moment past.
When love was absent and
innocence lost.
Hear not your own sorrow
for your sorrow knows not lost and abandoned and forsaken
cries.
When your true moment is at hand it comes not from your call
but from the call of a voice yet unheard... but by you.

Near You

Whisper I love you,
whisper it a million times;
each time softer.

Chase the words
as they pass your lips.

See their silent journey.

It is not far...

I love you too.

Grace

She haunts me no more.

She finds my heart.

Solace

She brings to it.

Not stifled by the temptations of fear.

Her victory knows no such salvation.

Her’s is Grace

and her Grace is Truth.

Her Grace is Love.

Grace

She haunts me no more.

She finds my heart.

Solace

She brings to it.

Not stifled by the temptations of fear.

Her victory knows no such salvation.

Her’s is Grace

and her Grace is Truth.

Her Grace is Love.

Final Tear

 

 

 

 

On hallowed cheek

fell my final tear. 

For such tear found

Love's glory.

 

 

 

 



Touch

Touch her.

Not with the intent of lust,
Nor with passions fury.

Touch her
not with angered heart,
Or troubled soul,
Or in search from a loss felt long ago.
Dim not her radiant glow.
Waken not her sleeping shadow,
Restless enough are its moments.

Touch her

In the name of Love, and Love alone.
Love’s touch is given and seeks no return.

Touch her,

 for healing Grace is yours
And in His name, Grace, Love is hers.

Seeking Love

Tire me.

My wants slow my life;

my journey not as swift.

They would have me reach beyond my grasp

and stand tall to peer beyond the horizon.

Seek no more, Love, surrender, that which is infinite and perfect,

is not found in chase,

It is found in stillness.

True Peace

Peace knows not meaning,

hath not a voice,

hears only an echo

when found not in Love.

Tranquility Found

Tranquility found not on the wisp of the morning's quiet,

nor on the day's failed sun.

The moment is found in the sanctity of solace

when we touch in the name of Love.



Love's Answer

Daunting, his wait was over.

Seamless was the line.

Its color gray,

Shadows beckon light,

                                        Love’s answer; always infinite,

                         always divine.

The call for mercy is slight,

more the pity.

Harkening to the softest tear,

                          Love’s answer; always infinite,

                          always divine.

Innocence is found

Where light reunites, distance not known,

             Love’s answer; always infinite,

             always divine.

All are one,

  Love’s answer; always infinite,

   always divine.

The Wall

Fell by a prayer

Carried by a whisper on a breath

held for a thousand lifetimes.

 

No hammers mighty blow,

Nor swords righteous thrust

penetrate stones heavy with tears.

Heaven’s gate found not the summit for man's or angel's desperate try.

 

Barrier seen by the blind; no gates at hand,

Patience offers no resolve.

 

Silent pleas,

hallowed hope, from within its bounds

heard with enlightened ears.

 

Speak a silent prayer,

quiet,

 a single word;

Love.

With ease, the inner sanctum found.

 

Only a shadow;

the wall.

 

When Love...

What man loves alone

To wonder when his moment comes again.

What man says I love you

To silence.

What man stays at her side

When her touch matters not  and she is not found near.

What man holds her from afar

              And knows not to let her go.

                                                                              If not now then when?

                                                                                           In the blissful moment of quiet oneness?

                                                                              Such is not love.

Love is found when emptiness resonates

And giving love has become more than receiving.

 



 

Complete

Teaming with vice he shunned the light.
                                                                           After dark images blocked his sight.
Staying forever as shadows view.
                                                                           He starts to stray in loves sacred shrine.
Memories of love casting tall.
                                                                           Showing hearts stained and not true.
Complete me; his selfish cry.
                      
                                            Only complete love has ever been.

Reflections

 

Send me souls lost from Love.

In His name I will remind them.

If I shine it is only a mirrors glow.

For they see the Truth in its reflection.

It is them.

It is Love

 

Be Gentle

 

If she is angry; she is hurt.

If she is hurt; she is afraid.

If she is afraid; she is vulnerable.

If she is vulnerable; she is true.

If she is true; she is love.

If she is love; she is innocence.

-Be gentle-

1000 Years

Wait for her,

Make every step count,

Wait every moment,

Even while it washes away

Make every second splendor,

Even in a lost maze of silence.

Talk not, act not, pray not

Speak only words

Of a man convicted in his passion

for truth

In his moment of 1000 years

 

For hers is not yours, it is ours

Moment at Hand

Trouble me not with your selfish woes

                                                                                             Listen only for the desperate needs of

A moment past

                                                                                              When love was absent and

Innocence lost.

                                                                                              Hear not your own sorrow

For your sorrow knows not

                                                                                              Lost and abandon and forsaken cries

Your true moment is at hand

              not from your need but

when comes the call of a voice barely heard;

    `           
                                                                                   her’s.

The Call

I found a lark

A broken wing had fallen her

I gently spoke and she heard

The resonating familiar tone; a healer

She summoned me.

Her wing was my call

Broken for the healer’s touch

“If I break” she knew

“He will fetch me”.

To draw a healer

                                                   

                                               She writes with a broken pen.

Hardest to Forget

She asks for pleasure when 
                                                                          Hands are tied.
She sees the simple reason and finds that
                                                                          she is constricted.
She seems out of place, 
                                                                          A manner that suits her well.
She will wait at the door, 
                                                                          despite being closed.
Her mental loss is
                                                                          Our spiritual gain.
She feels herself in a spin for all to see,
                                                                          when she's invisible.
She is hard to love;
                                                                          Harder to lose.
                                                         
                                                Hardest to forget.

Afraid to be Loved

 

Soft were his words; I love you,

an innocent prayer.
Raw and wounded, her cut was quick.
Heaven’s breath had found the hard wall of rage and echoed in the shadows of its cast.
Her fist raised… with a whimper;
not hard enough, nor compelling, nor convincing.
She felt not the breath of love, nor its radiant light, nor felt its embrace or eternal peace; only pending doom.
Safe alone in her womb, never to lose; never to love; trouble her not.

Love great; hurt greater, her false promise was her captor...

Unless love is true; asks for nothing; seeks nothing; gives infinitely;

Echoes unheard.

Love's Promise

Love offers a refuge for the vulnerable.

Love is peace and calm.

Love is trustworthy and Love fails not for those that give Her their trust.

Love is quiet in Her moment, yet Her resolve knows no whisper.

Love’s loyalty is unwavering.

Love is abundant and infinite and everywhere and in every life.

Love’s face and soul can be touched by those who can, with childlike innocence, reach out and know, with absolute certainty, She is at hand.

Love is forgiveness. Her grace is offered without contrition.

Love is light. With ease, She illuminates the dark and shines with silent intensity. Her light soothes and comforts and is the essence of joy.

Love heals all wounds. She is not bound by time.

Love is of nature. She is sought by all, above all, those who know not her name.

Love is the answer. No questions are created by Her. Her wisdom is found where thoughts end.

Love is never ending.

The more Love is sought, the more She is revealed.

Love is innocent. She knows not of the trappings of ego; only Love.

Loves greatest moment is when She is shared with all, in Her name, without doubt or expectation.

Love never fails. Her victory is ours.

Love embraces those who seek Her and longs for those who do not.

To love oneself, is to love others solely in Her name.

Her gift is humility.

Her battles are won with swords unsheathed.

Love Is

 

 

 

Love never sleeps.

Love never fears and never hurries.

Love hears every whisper and sees even in the darkest corner.

Love never asks for me and only answers for you.

Love is innocent.

Love is vulnerable.

Love is bold.

Love offers peace in the torrent of life and hope when all is lost.

Love is eternal.

Love has no bounds.

Love is abundant and everywhere.

Love is a gift... so are you.

I love you.



Our Truest Moment

 

 

 

For tonight comes when no one is alone.

Afterthoughts of union,

 Shadows whisper to the dove.

For now is the moment when two are one;

Vulnerable and full of grace,

This is love.

 



Shadow's Pool

Tender sets the light.

Shadows pool in my sight.

Ashes gray, soft to touch.

Her silent song I love so much.