A Truth in Long Term Marriage

There are traditions

That sometimes seem

To defy reason

But once followed

Reveal a truth

So precious it could only have been found

In the execution of something

I was told to do

But didn’t always believe in

That has been the case

With marriage

For it has been

In long term marriage

That I have come to receive

What I never expected

I have come to receive

A certain beauty

Of a touch that carries in it

So perfectly

Years

Of mistakes and forgiveness

Worship and bliss

Years

Of equanimity, frustration,

Fear and happiness

All wrapped up

In the warmth and smell

Of a touch

That is most familiar

(A touch

I have experienced

More than any other!)

A truth in long term marriage

Is that there can never be

Another lover

Who has a touch

That carries in it so much about love

(So much about being human

And so much about the world above!)

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Love is a Choice

Dear One,

Love is a choice you make

In any moment

No matter what is going on

Outside of you

Love can be the only thing

You look out to see

With a few deep breaths in

Or a few whispered words,

Reaching out to hold my hand

Or wrapping your own arms

Around yourself

Love is a choice you  make

A choice to remember

The greatest thing present

In any circumstance

No matter what the push or pull

May seem to be

You can find the center.

Dear One,

Love is always a choice you can make.

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For the Sake of Argument

For any unresolved disagreement,

Isn’t it possible

That both sides are being reasonable

But just waiting for the other side

To be reasonable as well

And isn’t it true

That there is an exception to any rule

So isn’t it possible

That if I abandon my position completely

And fully listen to what you have to tell me,

I might hear my position again

This time as an exception to your rule

Or even better yet,

After hearing your words

As purely as you say them,

Without any influence by my agenda,

I will finally be able to see

How reasonable you are

How your words in fact

Describe a view so differently

But so completely

Isn’t it possible

That I have been waiting to see the world

Exactly as you see it

Or maybe

We have both really been saying

The same thing all along

Isn’t is possible

That if I abandon position

We will finally be able to live

As if Love is all there is?

Moments of Connection

Having enjoyed the night before,

Having been closer than we had been for a while,

I woke up in a glow of such comfort and grace,

Put on the large bathrobe,

Made a cup of coffee,

And went to sit in a white wicker chair

On the balcony overlooking the sea

And as I sat in such satisfied quiet,

A small blond girl came out to sit

On the next balcony

She looked at me with open blue eyes,

And with the acceptance of youth,

She joined in my solitude

We were as one

Watching the grey morning fog land as dew

Our first morning sound would be

Her mother’s call from inside her room

And the only gesture ever between us

Would be our waves goodbye

Signifying our separation.

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Connection

Cherishing each step

On this journey

Cherishing each step

As if I walk in the heart of God

And while I walk

I watch the others

Walking by

Some come with such wisdom

I choose to follow their

Leading steps for a while,

And some,

Because of sweet affection,

I run to step beside

So I might hold their hand

For as long as I can

And then for some,

When I see searching eyes

I know that they have found me

So I stop

To stay and help for a while

I know, for me,

This will always be a solo journey

Guided by my heart

To know where and when

To take another step

And while sometimes

It will be time

To watch and walk alone

I always cherish that love call—

To

Take a step

To come to walk with you.

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Effortlessness

Peace is in the not reach

Wisdom is in the wake up

Safety is in the always

Joy is in this moment

Love is all there is

And you are me.

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Her Favorite Place

Love grown in her bedroom

Came with earnestness and grace

But the love grown in her kitchen

Made that room her favorite place

For while she got a glimpse of God

When lying in her lace

As she stood upon her kitchen floor

She entered divine space–

She left a candle burning

As she chose the perfect spice

To sprinkle on cut vegetables

To be served on basmati rice

With one bright sprig of saffron

And a few well-chosen nuts

She felt her kindness welling

She felt such gentle love

As she gave each one their plate full

As she watched them raise their spoons

To eat what she had made for them

Such sweet love filled her sacred room.

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