I know your heart Carolyn Jackson 3/26/16

I know,

the secrets of your heart,

all the cobwebbed corners of it....

the passion and immense beat of it,

as....I know my own

I know the child within,

I know the woman who holds her

the mother who knows her....

as you do

because I am that mother,

as you are....

I know,

the embrace of a father,

the courage, the strength....

being offered to me,

as they are to you....

they are with me always...

as they are with you....

I know that same breath of peace,

that you know....

and the restless, surging, seeking of your soul...

I know as my own...

I know your freedom,

and I know your chains...

I know your dreams,

and your despair....

and I have your hope....

I know your sweetly warming smile,

and the wet salt of your tears...

I know the depths of your kindness,

and the ice of your cruelty....

I know your doubt,

and I know your certainty...

because I share the same capacity....

for these, as you do.....

I know your birth,

and I will know your death...

I live a life,

and will choose the story of it....

as you will....

despite what some would try to tell us,

despite the separation, so ignorantly being

pointed out to us....

despite the artificial differences,

which are said to be so insurmountable, between us....

I know your heart,

I know it,

as my own...

Love Each Other Like That

Does the sun only shine for some?

Does it bestow its warmth only on one chosen  kingdom....

Does the moon only rise for the few?

Line us all up in some ridiculous, you must take turns,

queue?.....

Do the tides only run for those with a certain caste or color to their skin?

or do they caress them all, not caring who or what they've been....

Does the air choose, who will breathe?

selecting from among us who to sustain and who to leave....

Do the leaves and the fruits of the trees  only grow for people with means?

distribute their wealth only in manicured gardens...with perfect seams..

Do the stars only collide and burn and birth for only those who know..

saving only for those who claim consciousness their brilliant glow?

Is love measured out only in small quoted amounts

settling the deserving into neat columned accounts?

WE do not deserve,

nor are we owed....

this immaculate kind of  LOVE,

which gives of itself,

beyond question or doubt...

without judgement,

with no reserve,

and with no limit,

unconditionally,

and with unerring EQUALITY

and maybe some day

some time

when we watch...

the sun, the moon....

the trees, the streams, the wind....

we too will learn to love

each other...

like this.....

This is MY life and I will LIVE it !

And I will take as my lover,

LOVE itself

And I will have as my comforter,

SERENITY.....

I will arm myself,

with STRENGTH and with BEAUTY

and defend myself with PEACE

I will have as my partner,

COMPASSION

I will walk hand in hand with UNDERSTANDING....

I will take as my playmate JOY.....

place my heart in CONTENTMENT.....

I will have as my dear companion, UNDERSTANDING

my closest friend, CLARITY.....

I will nourish my soul, my body, my mind 

with ALL that is dear to me.....with ALL that  FULFILLS me.....

THIS is my choice....

and I will make IT

THIS is my chance...,

and I will take IT

THIS is MY life,

and I will LIVE it !

An Old Woman and a New Day

And she arose,
naked in her ancient beauty...
she stretched and crossed the room,
barefoot on the stones...

She blew a single breath,
on the snowflake frosted window...
rubbed with the hardness,
of a calloused thumb.....

To see, the wonder of a day begin...
a night, to fade away...
and as the light of that birthing sun,
rose and warmed the window pane....

So, did her spirit rise...to greet it...
to meet the new chance of it...
one more day,
with untold surprises....
myriad disguises...
to unfold itself at her feet....

one pure bright canvas,
offering itself only and completely to her...
to paint what she would,
with all that she could...

shadows of pain,
dancers of pleasure,
embraces in wonder...
every conceivable adventure ...
all awaited the colors of her brush.....

She drew in that chance,
with a bold breath...
lifted her arms....
and began to paint....
with passion, tears, joy, gratitude and oh, so much more...
her brush threw itself  across the canvas....
to enjoy that one more day !

 

A woman

A Woman


She is.... the cycles of moon time,
the rise of the tide....
the nurturer of innocence,
the memory of those who have died.....


the fires of Pele,
the winds of Shakti
race fiercely through her veins,
a wilderness creature, shunning bridle and reins...

her face shines.... high on the craggy mountains
and her voice cries out. in a thunder, which will not be tamed...
her finger tips on fire...
she is the lightning, which will not be blamed


She slips through moonlight,
to live in your dreams....
with.the fragility of  dew drops
she weaves the spider's web with cosmic seams


She consorts with warriors, emperors and kings...

holds beggars to her breast...
strips bare  liars....
until .... naked...
they lie gently in her nest

Power becomes her...
Love defines her....
Patience wraps its arms around her...

KNOWLEDGE lives within her.....

Volunteering at the Cancer Center

And a woman came in...
turban 'round her head,
her scalp in flames,
from her chemo,
no more hair.....
but a lot 'o joy adorned her face

Another walked in....
Dorita was her name,
big smile on her face,
plump as pillows,
her medication caused her to gain weight....
she was a stage 4, inoperable

Then another woman,
an amputee,
struggling for balance...
in her shiny ortho shoes,
chatting cheerfully,
thanking me profusely,
She had been given one year to live.....
her t shirt had one word written on it .....HOPE

And more and more,
they came through that door...
curious about what I had to offer...
what I had to share....

They sat and I sat...
my heart to theirs...
their heart to mine...
And the LOVE flowed....
and the miracles played....
And the BIG GUY showed....

Reality, my friends...
It is a TRIP

Take the veil from my eyes

Take the veil from my eyes,
so that I may see through your disguise....

Beggars in feathers,
rich men in ties...
children remember,
the truth within lies...

Soldiers and demons,
saints and virgins...
all parade,
before my eyes....

But take the veil from my eyes,
and I will see through their disguise....

Underneath it all,
the guise and the glitter...
the mud and torn robes....
in the ruins of the gutter,
blooms the rose...

Wash the blackened painted faces..... enough,
and they turn brilliant once again...
innocence can not be stolen,
only hidden by the veil,
that I wish,
you would take from my eyes....