Four letter Word
is my four letter word.
my bed, my pillow, my reason, my insanity, my last chance.
Love is my
beginning and is always my last word.
Love embraces and sets
binds me to places and people and ideas.
simple, love is complex, is forgiving and expansive.
Love is illusive,
frugal and smaller than a mote and larger than the galaxy.
Love is a language,
is my language and my breath, and my last thought.
my emotion and my motion, my being, my doing.
Love is my
currency, my arms, my stomach, my smile.
Love holds hands, and grieves and celebrates and gets disappointed and ignited.
wave, a particle, a concept, an infinity,
and like air, l
Love can sustain balloons, airplanes and seagulls.
Love chooses you and ignores you.
Love misses you and prays for you and
sits in the corner,
Monday, February 11, 2013
Let the quiet envelope me like velvet, like cream
sometimes silence is my chosen sound
revealing my confusion
the offer to share
my questions inquire
which breaks the envelope
and I loose part of me once again
A cosmic purple beckons
my hearts desire
for surrender, to be open
with eyes sober and ancient
with smile unyielding
how much do I really see
the earth calls me
the pull from standing to crawl
I roll in the imaginary leaves, snow, mud
curl into myself like a tight fisted bud
then the call to rock gently
until I open
I am the pebble tossing in the waves
I am the ameba, worm,
soft shelled crab
the full impact of gravity pulls
I am transforming
this is my calling
it requires surrender and silence
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Alchemy, from long ago
when rivers still innocently flowed,
when we still looked for philosopher's stone,
and if found,
what would be crawling under unearthed belly?
And those that whispered,
to the directions 4,
or listened to the hawk's wings,
for the right signs, for ingredients to be chosen,
to expose and delight in the elixir of life.
That is life's promise,
that resembles the wind,
that is the spark and that which gives the sparkle,
we might turn lead into gold and defy death's rattle.
where the plant kingdom lives.
where our dreams compete with the clouds.
The sun shimmers and the moon glimmers,
and the sky is a canvas for the wind.
We did not discover fire,
but learned to tame it,
use it and fear it.
And the rain,
water is the gentlest of powerful substances,
it carves rock and mountain tops,
washes wounds and baths and baptizes and bubbles and froths and freezes and quenches.
Dry like the desert,
moist like a coffee cake
hot like a frying pan
cold like a serial killer.
If only we were magicians or there was magic,
ah the thought of miracles:
that one form of matter,
no matter what its make-up,
could be changed into another.
That with our might and hubris blind delight
We could alter the proportions from tall to small or
long to short or
tiny to extravagant.
In the end you are my alchemy,
you stop my thirst,
from small to large,
If love is a fabric of the universe,
and if the universe is really infinity,
then our love will live forever on this plain or that other realm
and you are my elixir.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Spark by Carrie Katz 2011
I praise the spark
I ignite the spark
I cause it
I look out the window
I carry the spark
I touch the cool wall
Its strength can scare me
so I make a tentative approach
a gentle tap
I am the spark,
Solitary I reach out
There is a space between the idea and the intention
I call across the chasm
There is silence
Why don’t they come now?
Light up my life
The energy expands my center
My seeds are dwindling, dwindling
My seed are unfertilized, sterile
Only half of what’s needed and then they wash away
First they spiral then they dance.
Drop by drop,
they lie suspended.
My middle is expanding, my digestion is failing, my sleep is waning, my complexions is greening, my memory is fleeting and my Spark is waiting for my Love
I’m here, by the way. Come.
We’ll start with a tea, a walk,
Hold my hand, my fingers like dry kindling
I am ready like a light switch, ready for the light
I am ready, like a candlewick, ready for the flame
I am ready, like shore, accepting and expecting the waves
I am ready, like a pillow, a soft place to rest your head
I am ready, like my shoes, the right fit, the chance to transit
I am ready, like a book, to be opened and read
I am ready like Thahir Square, for spring, for dignity, for freedom
I am ready.
The human spirit leaves as we die
But it never dies
Esoteric mystic, geometric, generic
We are all portals
Each generation relinquishes the truth!
I love you, I always will, I always do, I love you now, like I loved you before, before time. I call you, and this whisper floats above the city, above the land, free.
You can be a witness, and I can be a dancer
You can be a swimmer and I can be the current
You can be the song and I can be the strings
You can be the cave and I can carry the spark
I am brave enough now, all I need to do is agree, take the chance,
be the person I am meant to be,
like feet across a carpeted room, the potential for a spark
Like an open window in the deep dark of winter’s night
You can be the breeze gentle against my curtain
Like my patience sitting on my kitchen chair, you can be my sustenance
I invite you to make a choice, and choose the light, and take the flight
And call me by my many names
This one, this life is all I have right now.
You may know more and I know less than before.
My love for you ,calls for you, across the space
that looks like an ocean
that feels like a time zone
that requires a faith that once the spark ignites
it can be kept, cuddled, harnessed, protected, enriched, enhanced, replenished, supported, praised, fed and rested.
That tiny spark needs to be nurtured, because without it
The fridge light would be burnt
and the toilette wouldn’t flush
and the shower wouldn’t cleanse our bodies, our souls
Love, I wait for you
You just need to decide the timing is right
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Common name of sedentary crustacean animals constituting the subclass Cirripedia.
My heart still feels so tender
You are lost, in a puddle
of self sacrifice, of self sabotage,
of insecurities as large as
an asteroid crater
Your self respect lies
Like road kill, on a busy highway
How I want to shake you
Believe in you
Shine you up
like Aladdin's Lamp
Release the Ginny so that
You can manifest magic
Your eyes so warm
Your eyes so sad
You have forgotten how accept love
Even when it stares you right in the face
You have neglected yourself
and your kids suffer
Fear, I wish I could take a washcloth
Warm and wet and wipe this away with gentle strokes
It is pity, I want sexy
I want to see you in your dignity
to own it, like a fire hydrant
on a sweltering day
Quenching the parched pavement, putting out the fires
You want to to do good,
be good, be kind be a spark
I can't save you from this need
that is larger then a Christmas float in November
How can you so repel me
and reel me in like the moon's drag on earth's shore
like inhaling a cigarette
Like a vacuum cleaner hose
Can it be, you are not thinking as much as
feeling, needing, fumbling
Yet you call those thoughts
And I am affected
If only I say the right things
You will shine, you will soar
you will heal.
I am still not sure
what you want and don't want
From me, form life
And why I care so much
As if you sitting
on a park bench
Alone, in the fall
And everything around you
is grey and brown.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
It left me fragile
there is a cost to being strong
I found it hard to reach out
ask for support
I am aware, some support
it's hard to know what or who
won't be 'helpful'
even when they don't mean it
I fond my heart
now it feels, awakened
it's looking for a mate
but not while this was going on
not until the need was unleashed
became a question
I hate worrying my friends and family
I preferred keeping this to myself
but the affect of that was
painful for them
What I learnt from a breast cancer scare;
I'm not willing to give up on my dreams
it brought out the warrior in me
What I learnt from a breast cancer scare;
I am open to love now
I am a warrior for my dreams
It is the gift
I am cancer free
Friday, May 21, 2010
are shutting the door
to say goodbye
from far away
I hear the call
you are the one
my wonder all
I dust my shelves
my books I straighten
My clothes I fold
I am not mistaken
the place where I feel you
lies in the center of my being
by inspiration, I am caught cleaning
To call you forth
to conjure you to me
For ever more, as always
Time dilates, I radiate
I walk about, without a doubt
I'm over here, you're under there
Love is a concept, I breath and stare
at springs renewal
the birds song
of southern cold winds
your head rings
I am waiting, still waiting
I cannot say goodbye
I cannot stop this
I swim in the ocean of your essence
I am helplessly lost, imagining your lips
forever more, as always
This bliss is painfully close to the matter
This call is like madness, to love, not to spatter
to trust what's in front
our guides tell us it matters
to climb the ladder
cross the oceans
clean the mess, do your taxes, make the bed
for ever more, as always