Love on the Run

Butterflies with broken wings
Songbirds having forgotten how to sing

Leaves no longer reach out to the sun,
Love, my friend is on the run......

Man against woman, child denying child
Beggars fought against soldiers and yes, they died

People in chains, don't reach out to the sun,
Love, my friend is on the run.....

Corporate badges, and paychecks enter the room,
Priests and Prophets proclaim imminent doom....

Oceans anger as the garbage gathers
Earth ignores as a politician blathers

Clouds of pollution in the face of the sun,
Love, my friend is on the run....

Migrants, refugees and the homeless now hold the reins,
made sick to death by  government's brains.....

the poor, the humble the innocent still find the sun,
Love, my friend returns from its run

true love is hardly an illusion....


I have called your name, missing you
as if a limb were torn from my own body

I have lain entangled with you,
cried out  that our merging bodies were not enough

I have been driven mad,
by the limits placed on my own heart

for I do   LOVE....
and I do  UNDERSTAND
what LOVE is wanting here,

LOVE seeks only the perfection of  you and I
lives only in the purity of those essences,
The beauty of which, is unspeakably tender....

Its rapture is in the presence of unmindful innocence,
thoughtless in its ecstasy of KNOWING

Giving opportunity and chance after chance,
to discover the perfection of ITS vision...

Revealing the immortality of itself over and over again
and the POWER which it holds of transformation

Existing only in the realms of truth,
in whose temples I humbly desire to remain....

I  love your soul, as if it were my own..
.
I hold your presence in my heart,
and softly to enter into yours..

My Sweet Companions

 

 

Come with me....

my sweet companions...

we shall be entranced...

 

by...

the crown of the night sky,

alive....

with its countless glimmering stars,

we will tremble with them at the beauty,

of the sliver of that silver moon,

 

We can watch with sleepy eyes,

the sun, rise..

and paint our darkened sky, with glowing color

and...

we can hear....

the whole earth laugh with hope....

as....a new day

is being

born

Let's sit awhile and watch the sky,

the clouds,

whirl and dance,

ballerinas and mad dervishes,

dressed in white...

by the hands of

that gleeful wind

 

Let's shiver and listen...

to,

the wild things calling...

their primal yearnings,

crashing through the silence of our night..........

 

Let's  dance,

wet and shining

to the thrill,

of raindrops falling,

and with the dusty ground,

quench our thirst....

 

Here, touch with me,

these delicate petals,

let's reach with them....

long with them...

for the arms...

of the sun 

 

Come and look with me,

at the raging passion,

of a snowmelt waterfall,

spiraling uncontrollably,

let's feed ourselves,

on the totality of its abandon,

and return,

home

 

Be with me......

in awe of splendor...

a willing audience...

 sweet companions....

of the days..

the nights...

unfolding...

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hopes, Dreams and Aspirations

What are your aspirations, your dreams, your wants and your desires?

With what, do you fill your empty places,

your seemingly dormant spaces?

With what liquid do you quench, your thirst?

feed your hungry soul?

my darling, please REMEMBER.....

that you were not made solely

to spend your hours,

your years in the pursuit...

of your buying power,

intellectual prowess,

as a searcher and seeker....

of approval, and of LOVE,

from the empty coffers....

of things that WILL NOT

GIVE!

when.....

you are made for peace,

you are made for joy

your heart cries to DANCE

in wild celebration,

because IT KNOWS

that at every moment you are a living,

breathing,

poem,

written by an author,

whose scripts are alive...

with beauty

You, sweet, innocent person,

are made in the image of children,

with SIMPLICITY at your core....

your tears kissed,

your nightmares comforted.

by a "parent"

who does not EVER abandon you

YOU, my darling, are sung the sweetest of  lullabies,

if you could but hear them......

the notes of which

are woven throughout your moments

by the musician whose unmatched expertise....

whose sole magnificent performance....

is solely meant and played for YOU

You, my love, are a painting

whose colors are so vibrant,

so alive...

that all of creation

breathes in your beauty,  in wonder....

by an artist whose palette

is filled with every imaginable color,

brilliant sunsets, verdant forests, silver moonlight

are only part of the repertoire,

set upon the canvas,

that is you,

if only you could see it

Your capacity for joy, darling...

is more abundant than the stars,

which light the sky....

or the drops which fill the sea....

if you could but FEEL it...

Your LIFE is more precious,

your every action...

(which you often consider

to be the most mundane......)

are cherished,

remembered,

encouraged,

and yes, LOVED

without reservation,

or restraint,

by a virtuoso....

of LOVERS,

who knows you more intimately,

than you know yourself

If you only FELT the touch of  it.......

And if you knew this,

your search would end, thus...

as if it never began......

Holy Moments

 

HOLY MOMENTS

written by Carolyn Jackson, photo unknown

 

And you would look for me,

in the flowering of the lily,

in the ancient tales and writings,

of the saints

and of the sinners 

 

And you would look for me

in the sweeping vistas,

the howling wind and deep cold

of the highest mountains

 

You may catch a glimpse of me

in the sparkling diamonds

laid out upon the sea

or the lazy undulations

of the golden grained

gently

windswept fields

 

Or you may find me

for a moment

in a sleeping child's sigh

or a lover's tear

or a soldiers death cry

 

You may see me in

the subtle and in the obvious

the church,

the synagogue

the long winded prayer,

the chant

the choir

the buyer

the seller

the traitor

and the liar

 

It is you who would judge

which

are the holy moments

by your own idea

of what is right

and what is

wrong

 

And it is you who would lay the blame

of all of that judgment

at the feet

of your GOD

 

This is the dream,

which you have created,

a play which you have directed,

it is you who have expected,

such a wonderful and warped objective,

And you are the actor,

the writer,

the creator,

of ....

it all,

Beautiful and Horrendous

 

and all the while

the moments

yes, those holy moments

that you  choose to mourn,

or that you choose to love,

do,,,,

pass you by....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh Lover of my Heart

 

 

Isn't it wonderful to find someone

in love with your heart?

someone who knows,

the buttons,

the clasps,

and unties...

the ribbons of the ungainly garments,

beneath which...

your innocence...

lies

someone

who listens....

not to what is said,

but to what is felt...

in the silence between the uttered  confusion of words

 

someone

who strokes your soul....

as if it is the softest,

silkiest substance,

ever touched

 

someone who

appreciates the sight...

the sound....

of the part of you

which lies naked...

beneath the armor of

your skin,

and

your bones,

 

someone who recognizes...

that light

shining....

through, (sometimes)

the glimmering diamonds of your shyly hidden tears

 

someone who can hear,

the sound

of those magical bubbles of  mirth....

beneath the seriousness

of your bravely constructed  façade

 

And when they join 

you there,

in THAT most sacred of cathedrals,

which holds,

both...

your soul,

and theirs.....

 

What union of Divinity....

can there be!

 

Poem by Carolyn Jackson photo by Dorey Myler

The Celebration of Solitude

In Celebration of Solitude

And she chose to be alone, ....

preferring the company

of solitude,,

unfettered by any other,

lovers, friends,

seemed too numerous a distraction,

for this day....

and these companions

rose up from within herself.
to celebrate !

COURAGE led the way...
into ALONE,

JOY with gay footsteps, danced along a path of utter FREEDOM,

SERENITY filled the air,
 the scent of PEACE,,
AND the nectar of SILENT APPRECIATION filled her on that day...
when others, came to call,
she did not answer, she simply turned away !

for

 with every breath

the warmth of LOVE

enveloped her

CLARITY opened her eyes,

….wide, and wider still

to every possibility of  BEAUTY

KNOWLEDGE told her of her choices, who she was, and why....

AND she sighed....

with the perfection,
of FULFILLMENT

on the day,
she chose to be
ALONE

 

poem and watercolor by Carolyn Jackson