A kiss to mark the spot. 
A word.
A shout. A dot.
To mark a moment in
time
without 
thought.
Of anything but this. 
The place where end meets beginning. 

There isn’t always a kiss, 

to mark the spot.

Would that my memories, like stars,

were spread out across the sky to lay out

and gaze. a bright one here. a dimmer

one there. some forming great patterns

and familiar figures that i could trace

when i felt lonely. would that i could

get out a great big telescope and gaze

at one shining moment. how long might

i hold that gaze?

..until the sun rose.

Ever and Ever

the ripened fruit

greets the earth

Eager Sudden and Certain.

and disrobing,

floods it’s juices.

Ever and ever

Ever and ever

Surrenders.

      Walk with me.

            The night air:      crisp and lightly scented

                                        with

         jasmine,             pine and       eucalyptus.

Cozy hearths      spout

the warm      homey          smokiness of

their hearts.

           stars a little brighter,

                      wiser.

         trees a little taller,

                                  prouder.

Winter! Winter!

I feel the leaves of my mind

relinquishing

             the sap of my heart

flowing

outward, downward. And

                                       I seek:

          cold crisp clarity.

                             I seek:                        

                        Warm weathered wisdom.

A creature, small and reckless, taught me to love.

 I always sensed he was more then just a common wild tabby. His story was too touched, too planned, to ready for independent film-making.  Everywhere he went he marked his territory; with character, with charm, and just a touch (to make him 3D) of cruelty.

               Joe.

               A name to taunt him, to humble him. I kept it as his first name, for who was I to tempt his pride, to stir the hubris he undoubtedly committed to get himself in this mess of a creature’s body.

              Atlas.

I guess I was a victim of hubris myself, and proudly found a name fit for the fallen god who had chosen me. A last name he quickly became known for..and he gratefully shed the former, save but for when we insensitively skipped down memory lane.

           Simply put; His name was  Joe Snicketty Atlas.

Many faces…many…moves…lands of goblins and shoppers…fairies and hipsters..we had traveled…we observed..he would watch the house protecting what we valued most..and I would search for uncharted territories..news of what waited for us in this place and others. …

Weary of the warring world, we,  yet removed from it entirely. It was what bound us together in this life. Love, we had felt- however deeply buried in the caverns of our consciousness- but we’d built our heart chambers from iron, a fortress,  to keep out the pain. It was enough for both of us to dwell on the outsides of each other’s weathered castles…an open window here..maybe a slip of a song too soulful too large to contain drifting out that window.  I hardly realized( and somewhat fail to catch up with the feeling now) that I had fallen in love with the melody of his imprisonment, took shade in the sorrow of his solemn.

Yes

 We often shared each other’s shade.   

  Today we are waiting together.

  We wait for the moving truck that will take us to new lands, both  unburdened by our tangled past. We often littered the problems of the past behind us. Not so much a trail to follow should we ever return; It was more like bonfires we chose to keep alight. From the heights of our new found happiness, perhaps we would look back one day at the nonsense we had finally escaped. Perhaps the heat of it would warm us.

More often though, we just kept moving. No regrets. No looking back. And no talking.

It didn’t bother either one of us that we were incapable of proper communication. In fact, we both appreciated our friendship all the more. It is in the silences of company that we feel the deepest comfort. We can selfishly take comfort in the others simple presence. No words, no small talk. I let him curl up around my leg.

Stone steps.

He maneuvered deftly from one step to the next. Weaving through my limbs he found the time to let me know he wasn’t afraid. A whisker to my face to demand that he come with me. A paw, rather seriously on my knee, to say we would be fine.  A tail stroke to say he was light hearted about the whole affair. The next minute he was asleep.

 And so was the way of our lives. In and out of seriousness…more often then not dwelling in the tallest towers of our minds . we were sadly, unfortunately   

happy.

Perhaps a year later…perhaps less.

I still dwell in my tower.

He’s left. I saw him jump from the tower, miraculously catch the wind and fly -I never suspected he could fly. I thought the gravity of his former life’s crimes would hold him to me for- 20 to life at least. His case wasn’t a strong one you see.

I suppose his early parole was something of my fault. I loved him too much.

I know now my mistake. Love

 when true

 often gives grace to even the lowest of the our angels…

(Heaving of breath..hiccup and gasp…there aren’t tears left really)

He wasn’t an angel.

He was a cat.

Not mine though I was his.

(fuck.)

I will miss him.

Isn’t it nice. Sugar. Spice.

To send ones soul. Scattered. Yet whole.

Up up up. Like steam from a cup.

Off to silly love land.

To dance. To dance.

To dance.

Love of Lions.

We circle. We test.

Weakness.

Strength.

Heart.

The Mighty, we Roll. we Roar. 

Great Kings, we Penetrate deep into the Mystery

cut right to the Heart.

Beware the Love of Lions

It is a winding river across the plains

Beware the Love of Lions.

it is change.  

The

Love of Lambs

is silent.

It is unquestioned.

Lambs, we are gentle

we know without knowing

We put Peace in the Heart.

The Lamb Love is the unknowing vessel of the Great Heart.

Innocent and Young

It is a Gift.

Allow the Love of the Lamb

He is a haven, an oasis in dry lands

Allow the Love of  the Lamb

He is Unwavering Peace.

Is it better to have the love of one who puts you to the Light? Someone who sees you? Pushes you to be You? Opposites….fated to bring you the lessons of this Lifetime. Gardeners who prune and nourish, encourage to flower, and face the sun…..

The Lion will bring you to your true path and unlock the door to the next Life.

Or is it better to have that innocent young love of one who has no higher purpose…who loves without judgement….the silent lover who waits in the tall grass of loves meadows..who sleeps and never doubts the sun will always shine upon him

The Lamb will teach you how to Live Love and will unlock the numerous free giving joys of the Present.

What is a soul mate? Is He Lion? Is he Lamb? can one person be both? can two beings joined together be both? become both? 

I, Now, am the Lion. 

What peace awaits me should I

Allow?

myself to be

the Lamb?

I wonder…

Child of the Universe

He Expands and Folds. He reaches across Time. 

is Present.

Child of the Universe.

He Listens to the ground beneath his feet and tries to understand.

He “contains multitudes….”

I long to stretch to fold to master myself as intricately and completely as the Universe.

I want to expand my consciousness beyond imagination… 

The question today is:

yoga?  or meditation?

How can we reach the Highest Self?

What is the Goal?

To grow?        To Reach?        to flower?    to Teach?

is it Love?

is it what that Love becomes?        

Become?

(Who/what do we become? this is half of the Mystery)

Does every living being in the universe have a piece of the Truth…

Who Are I? Who Am WE?

We all are moving, spinning , dancing with words we are learning…… seeking answers to the Great Mystery.

I attempt to unravel that mystery each day i spend on this earth. 

Or perhaps I myself am simply apart of that mystery. simply weaving into it in the way I was Created to weave.

All I know is I moved permanently into the crystal castle of my mind quite some time ago…

This blog is simply my new greenhouse. 

….a place to plant seeds of wonders…….to look at in the light…..and watch my them grow in ways I never imagined…..create beauty and maybe one day harvest wisdom. 

this is my temple.

I am WanderWonderEyes