Emotions

There is a reason men have been taught to repress their emotions. That is because they expose just how unclean and self-centered we really are.

Shifting Realms

Where is freedom
held within?

Remove from my path all who grasp at my limbs
open doors before all who I inhibit
that we may go freely

Release my shackles
loose the chains of all those I have bound
that we may be freedom

Relinquish all my expectations
dissolve any anticipations I may have created within others
that we may see clearly what is

Renounce all my need to be right
remove the wrongness’s I have created in the eyes of others
that we may all be free of judgment

Repudiate all my apparent truths
shine light on the darkness’s I have created for others
that we will all see our way

Resign my knower as knowing
listen to the wisdom being spoken by others
that we all will be wiser

Retire as speaker of my understandings
hear the words not spoken by those around me
that we will all be heard


If there be the listener who can hear and manifest these words
then let it be so.

Fallen Leaf

Sitting, waiting for something to animate my fingers
where is the song to weave into even one word?
just silence, only silence sitting
so quietly on every key.

Leaves float gently down in the moonless night
I can hear them falling in the darkness
it is so quiet
where are their voices
telling their story
How each began as a tiny bud
grew, unfurled into summer
becoming this magnificent leaf
transmuting ethereal light into food
nourishing towering giants
hungrily reaching heavenward
with now barren fingers.

But they remain silent
not a word ever spoken
as they fall now lifeless
to the ground.

Only stillness –
even the air rushes quietly
aside as they fall.

The veil is so thin tonight
I feel my homeland calling
just a breath away
and yet so, so far away
beyond my feeble grasp.

There are those who can hear
those who can see
that which in my deafness
in my blindness
I cannot.

I feel the music playing
but am too deaf to hear
my fingers touch
but cannot paint the images my
eyes in their blindness will not see.

What curse is this to tease me so
taunt me with ambrosial nectar
and then pull it from my sight
just as the scent begins to lift me
skyward into celestial realms.

What chains me to this earth
why were my wings burned away
what sin was cause for my expulsion
from the celestial paradise I once sang in.

My ears do not hear
my eyes no longer see
my mind is frenzied
and I can no longer sing the music I feel.

Perhaps I too am spent
and will soon fall lifeless
silently into the earth.

How can I make sense
even of what I have seen
or touched
or heard
or felt
when my words are heard as so meaningless
and so unintelligible to any who walk this earth.

Perhaps that for which I search
the song that I feel
is not expressible in words
or thought
or song
or even feeling.

Perhaps it is not meant for eye
or ear
or mind
or heart
but only
like the leaves
to grow silently
and fall
upon the ground
to decay
and in its decomposition
to be the fertile soil
for something more.

Camelot

Feed me delicate morsels of your soul
tantalize my desires with your eyes
Whisper your dark secrets into my ear
feast upon the heart of my soul
read my book of secrets
as I lay it open before you

And together we shall build Camelot
from the ruins of our pasts.

Dear Death

Death dear Death,

I do so look forward to our future meeting distant though it may be, and seeing the look in your eyes as you are left holding my decaying empty shell, once again. We have danced to this tune so many times, the count is endless. Each time we meet as if it is our very first.
But such is Life, animated by Love, forever dancing, its shadow, Death, a silent partner, whirling round and round as we go.

If and a Prayer

If getting dirt under your nails
bothers You

If rolling naked with me in the mud
makes You feel dirty

If dancing as a princess at the ball
makes You feel like someone else

If making twisted love while others watch
makes You feel like a slut

If walking out your front door
in your underwear, never to return
is too much to ask of You

If stepping through the veil
into a strange alien world
is inconceivable to You

If there are any limits to anything
You could ever do

If anything you have done
defines who You are

If everything in this or any other world
is not part of who You are

If “if” is not meaningless

Then my search continues.

I don’t know who I am
only that I am
I do not know who your are
only that you are
We are not any "thing" we do
or have done
or will do
but everything
is a part of who we are

every feeling, every thought
every action or dream
and all are welcome
and accepted without
regret, trepidation
of appearances
or consequences

I seek someone who is like me
and understands
but mostly understands that
we do not understand
and jumps freely into
dark chasms of
the unknown.

I search
knowing all along
most likely you do not exist
except perhaps
in dreams and imaginings
but I search none-the-less
because somewhere I feel
there is this missing part of me
if not in this then in another world

And if there is a God or Goddess
to them for her I pray
this and every day.

Dancing in a Meadow

Sometimes I fear I overstep sense and reason and go dancing to the music I hear in a meadow of landmines.

Something Missing

It seems like there is always some new obstacle to remove or get around as each one is removed. Each one while new also seems to an aspect or new perspective of the previous one. Getting past the “I am not good enough” was a major hurtle that took most of a lifetime to master (or so I thought)and while one surpassed, provided much needed rest, peace and a good portion of euphoria, another deeper and much more intimate and hideous form arose.

I swear, while the crap in our lives may be catalyzing agent and fertilizer to help wondrous, blissful things blossom; the bliss and euphoria is the birth place of all the crap. Or at least it shines a light on it so it can be seen. OK, so maybe it doesn’t create it, but just makes it easily seen and now I have a new opportunity of growth.

Well it is true that opportunities abound for self improvement, but I am left wondering why the hell be given so many fucking broken pieces to work with. Being one mostly whole being, with rough edges to hone would have been quite sufficient and provide an opportunity to polish one magnificent gem. But, to have whole major subsystems missing is a whole different matter. Then when a major subsystem is found and put in, it has major parts missing too. If my car was this dysfunctional, I would have it towed to the junkyard and find another. But on this road, it isn’t an option.

So I am guessing the object of the lesson is to get it all put together and running by the end of the class, right?
Hello (hand raised), can I drop this class and try it again later when I am better prepared???


I found there is something terribly wrong. It just doesn’t make sense. I thought I had finally broken through that barrier when I finally was Ok with me. I mean really OK. I can look myself in the eye and like the person there. I noticed something while lying in bed one night and thinking, like do often. I was trying to remember loving someone and how it felt, how I felt hugging them. I thought about hugging my kids. I could not find one time I could remember that I felt love for anyone when I was hugging them. I could remember once in college, just that one time and nothing before or after. Not my parents, not my kids, any lovers, no one.

It is not that I don’t care; because I do care. I would do anything for my kids. I would without a 2nd thought take a bullet for them and a few others, but that warm feeling that comes from the heart when you are close to or hug someone you really care for, someone you love; it isn’t there.

I am unable to love. The one thing that many would say makes us human is missing from me. I care yes, I like yes, I want yes, I find myself filled with desire and lust yes, but that feeling from the heart for another, even for myself isn’t there. I even have felt “in love” with someone and still nothing there.

In the past when I would find myself in a situation with someone I felt deeply for, when it seemed we were about to express feelings of love to each other, I felt first this emptiness then this major debilitating panic attack. This could happen even with a simple phone conversation or just thinking about an upcoming date with them. Even making love to someone, still nothing felt from my heart, but then lust is all that is needed for good sex anyway, so this was never an issue.

It is a feeling like reaching out to hug someone and finding you don’t have any arms. And then they look at you with those eyes or you hear in their voice something that says “what is so fucking wrong, you don’t love or even like me why are you doing this to me.”

So I thought this was the “I’m not good enough, they will never like me” tape loop that was always running in my head. So I got that am OK, really OK, I am good enough or so I thought. It felt that way I didn’t feel I was lacking, filled with flaws yes, but I was OK with those. The tape was put away and hasn’t been playing for the most part and when it does, I put it away.

So WTF is going on. There is this dark hole in my chest where my heart should be. When I really feel that I love someone and want to feel that love, with them, for them or even while thinking of them, there is nothing there. All I can feel is this empty hole in my fucking chest instead. And the harder I try to find it and feel it, the deeper and more painful this hole becomes. So the truth is I really don’t want to go there. They say love hurts; well it really hurts when you are incapable of loving.

I have found myself to be not a well balanced OK person but a really majorly dysfunctional human (?) instead. Even a tiny child can master loving. So how “do” I get a heart? Sounds like a line from the Wizard of Oz. Well there ain’t any Dorothy to help out with this one, am on my own.

I have looked into some options for the next step. Not sure what I will try just yet, however this whole thing raises some issues and concerns. One I am certain I don’t want to share this with my family; then again I do want to share it, to talk with someone and let it out. But, who would ever understand what the hell I am even talking about; it just sounds way too bazaar. How do you tell your kids you never felt love for them? How do you tell anyone who cares for you and you care for, that you don’t love them and are in capable of loving, period? Then if I can grow a heart through some miracle, how am I going to feel then. All those years and decades, all that regret for what was lost because of my heartlessness? How do you tell someone I do love you, but I can’t feel it when I am with you? You know how FUCKING lame that sounds! LOL

Ah, those tumultuous thoughts forever whirling around in chaos in my warped, twisted, disturbed mind.

And so another rollercoaster ride is about to begin as a new dragon appears with which to do battle. Only this time I know it was all planned, before I even began this life and is as it should be. And I chose it all.

Oh what, WTF was I thinking, is my soul as mentally ill as I? LOL

What has Been Your Greatest Challenge?

For me marriage and raising kids, especially during their teen years was one of the greatest challenges in my life, but even beyond this, it was learning to accept and love myself with ALL the stuff that I saw as so Wrong and beyond fixing. It was, seemingly, THE most impossible of anything I have had to deal with.
Being able to transform a lifetime of self-loathing, feelings of inadequacy, and worthlessness into an unconditional love and compassion for ME and who I am, has made all those painful years a non-issue.
But, I also see this and all that has been, as OK and as it should be, perfect WITH all the flaws and wrongness’s. I would change nothing, I love it all as it is and was, because it has all brought me to this moment. In this moment, at this place and time, I am ecstatically happy; I am comfortably comfortable, completely, with me, with everything surrounding me, with everyone in my life, those who are not and with all the stuff that would otherwise be labeled as wrong. The stuff of life that is unpleasant is still there, still raises its ugly head, but has nothing to do with my happiness.
Happiness IS, Joy IS and its warm glow caresses my heart, my soul and those of each and every one of us, and all we have to do is just let go of our hold on our reasoning and let ourselves fall freely deep into our heart without restraint or conditions.

Loneliness

Loneliness is most poignant when we find ourselves lying in bed next to someone who seemingly deeply loves us and yet cannot understand in any way, how or why “anyone” could ever love who we are; because you see loneliness is not about being alone, but is about being exiled from our own love and compassion for ourselves.
It has taken a very long time, nearly a lifetime, to finally get this and to be able to forgive myself for all my failings, the ugliness I saw and for being so unlovable; it took so long to learn to love who I am, as I am, without conditions or expectations. And in all this to see just how perfect I am (even as flawed as I am) and that in whatever situation I find myself in, to know deep down to my core, that the whole universe and the divine mystery of it all is there with me, supporting me, loving me, guiding each and every move I make, in spite of what I think I am doing or have ever done; all without any conditions or demands.
The day finally came when I could look deeply at myself, with an eye into my soul or even gazing at my image in the mirror and really like the one I saw there. It was/is almost like falling in-love, falling in love with myself for very first time, each moment, and truly feeling at home and comfortable in my skin, with me and my relationship to who I am.
It is from this place, I have finally been able to accept being loved, even by my own children and really feel it; it is from this place, I can finally love others, be loved by them and really experience being loved, without stronger feelings of undeservedness drowning them out.
I can, for the first time, be without those intense feelings of loneliness, either when I am alone or when I am with another, which had in the past always plagued most of my waking moments.
I have hesitated for some time to write anything here on this blog, trying to come to grips with these new feelings and this relationship to who I am, for fear it was only residual leftovers from my vision quest nearly a month ago. But contrary to my expectations, those feelings, that sense of peace and rightness have grow a little each day. Something has shifted; something has touched me in a way I could never understand; perhaps this is what the Divine Mystery that permeates all of creation is all about. Perhaps everything that happens and is felt are just steps of some cosmic and divine dance in which each of us is partner in; a dance without goal, purpose or objective, but a dance just for the joy of the dance. A joy we often lose sight of when looking for purpose.