Dirty Little Secrets

The end result:
there was no real heart there,
clever dialogue, dramatic scenes,
absurdities and details,
sex scenes lacking steam.

Love is exposing yourself,
letting yourself love,
a gentle sensitivity
left to the imagination
and elaborately painted.

Something intellectual,
awakening and honesty,
endearingly shy, wickedly erotic,
laughter, tears, and insight,
unending hope.

moment to moment
we are the makers
of our own destiny

the past is a dream
the future is not yet
there is only now

to face life in reality
with clarity and awareness
is to walk the path to wisdom

to see the truth
of suffering and joy
is to be Real

to learn peace of mind
is to question ourselves
with compassion and kindness

knowing that wisdom
is to be found within
through self-knowledge

to go beyond wisdom
extend compassion to all others
and find enlightenment

moment to moment
your destiny awaits you
how will you paint it?

mother goddess of the water
smiling nightly on your daughter
with tears and joys she cried
with a past she never denied
calling your name into the night

winter nights that turn her cold
the surety of death, growing old
no one’s looking, take a chance
sing a sad song, do a glad dance
watch the past fading out of sight

mother, i’ll never be who i was then,
would it matter if this life had never been?
it’s not what i needed on the inside
always looking in from the outside
in the shadow but seldom in the light

hearth made bright
outside the snow falls
like mana from heaven
late winter’s night,
are you near?

i dream of wild violets
under the summer stars
evergreen days
so far away
that life that was ours

i should be sleeping
walking the threads of Time
here in my mind
seeing your face
my spirit sighs

who can say
how it should be?
ten thousand moons
for one night in heaven,
we have it all

down to the shore at dawn
to meet my Mother
and sing to her my sorrow
a prayer-like song,

rivers of blood flowing
like soldier’s wine
in a war-torn country,

i ask Her to stop the hate
and She sends them a Wave –
of despair — of warning,
but they cannot hear Her

brothers in blood
clutching their guns
instead of their babies

I wish to tell you
how I feel,
but my words fail me.

Sitting in nothingness,
singing my nothing songs,
silence reverberates
off into nothingness.

One moment flows
into eternity
as the sun rises.